Your spirit is haunting me.
Throughout the day, I hear your stupid laugh, and your once sounding melodic voice. I turn around out of fear and excitement. I loved it but now I pretend like it’s not there.
Your ghost haunts me in my sleep.
I feel a force float above my numb, paralyzed body. I wake up in the still of the night, but there’s no one there. The only thing going is the clock and the vampires hunting, and it’s always the same time, 3:41.
Your apparition was caught in the bathroom mirror at my job. I nearly broke it just to try and see more of you.
I wonder, if you’re haunting me, am I haunting you?