Ghost.

Your face a distant memory,
Gone,
You were just as easy to forget.
Sometimes you come back, From nowhere, i would just switch,
Memories we shared would come back flooding, at the sound of that dreaded flyleaf song,
When you whispered into my ear which was my favorite, The moment i sat you down and asked you the truth, The sudden black hole which grew inside, the twisting knot which formed, the sudden urge to just cry.
The feeling of the fresh air hitting my face as i storm out, almost crashing to the ground.
i had that today,that feeling. i sat up and asked myself why the hell i was i crying.
Then it faded, dispurstd evaporated, gone. Like a ghost which haunts me. because that's all you are to me now. a ghost.