little ghost

all my life, I’ve lived alone,

haunted by your pastel ghost,

nothing like the northwest road to do me in.

.

I know things won’t ever be,

the same, when you were next to me,

but I’ve never been so complete without you.

.

maybe this was meant to be,

as hard for you, the same for me,

why apologize for lashing out when you keep saying sorry,

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Khat, the queen of combining two things in one poem, sm_H