I can feel your ghost at times,
Unbidden, uninvited, unwanted
leaving sticky residue across years
like jelly coated fingers
touching things that you have no business visiting.
Sharp pains like pin pricks
despite my careful exorcism.
I don’t want to see you
I don’t want to speak to you
I don’t want you near
anything of mine.
Your touch was toxic to me for a long while
even while we lived
and I prefer to not live in misery.
your silver presence means nothing to me now.
Fly back to your place in things,
and I wish you the happiness
That you could never bring me.
I no longer care enough about you
to wish you pain.
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