I keep looking for you in the places
We used to haunt
Ghosts in love rattling chains against the world
You insist you’re still there
But my reflection stares back, alone.
We picked this place together
Fought back the priests
Exorcising misunderstanding
I didn’t realize you’d converted
While I wasn’t looking.
Now I trace my fingers in dust
Caking family photos that were never ours
The house creaks as it settles
But I never can
My bones miss yours too much.
Outside the window I see us, before
Laughing in the first grass of summer
I hope it was worth it
The accolades of paranormal sleuths
Who will never understand.
Passively cruel, years gone on a dream
Promising me next time will be mine
Keep your chin up, you said
But you’re no longer here
To see how high I once held my head.
– Sara Myriad
