You are a ghost.
Already gone.
All the cracks you've run from.
I saw them all.
I loved them all.
Despite it all.
Because I am not a coward.
This moment, from your shaking hands to mine.
Look at them.
Scars of what you've done.
And who you're really hurting.
The detritus.
You broke off yourself.
With a soul full of rubble.
My solace comes with the asking--
Are you happy?
Don't come back.
I have chosen who I will be.
A sentinel against your wreckage
And I will not stop
You are a ghost.
And I am the only one who is haunted.
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