How could I ever explain to you how long you will linger beneath my skin? Every word you ever said to me is trapped just below surface level, below visibility. It is in my subconscious that your influence lies , now a permanent fixture in my Alltag.
Every time I open a window at night, you're there. Every time I wear mismatched socks, you're there. Every time I sit on my front step with a glass of water, you're there.
So as I learn to accept the ghost of you in my life, I also learn to move on.
