Haunted

I need an exorcism. I'm living with the ghost of someone who does not exist. I'm mourning someone who only I met. The real you is living, loving someone new. Do they know the same ghost? Are you someone else entirely? Who you were is not who you are. You showed me that. I am in love with a figment of my imagination. I cry and cry and cry until I have no tears left. I cry for a work of fiction that you created to convince me that I needed you. Everyday feels like a funeral that only I attend. I could call you and hear your voice, but I would be talking to a mimic. You are a stranger that looks like someone I love.