But I searched too long.
And I got freaked out.
It terrified me, if I ever lost
the last thread that ties me back.
I remember telling myself it was a memory.
It wasn’t.
It was me.
Locking the door in my head
so he couldn’t leave again.
I drag his shadow back
every time it slips away.
It’s still that much.
Still that deep.
Maybe I never forgot.
Maybe I never even tried.
Because forgetting means losing him twice.
And I’m not ready for that.
Oh, how do I live with this?
Carrying the ghost I chose to keep.
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