haunted

every time

i think

i am getting better

cuz i sing

in the mornings

while i pour coffee granules

into empty cups

and i ask my mom

how her day was

(i don’t really care)

i see your face

in the rear view mirror.

must you haunt

me?

i know the next

day, month

will be a black hole

of acid in my throat

and tears i cannot cry.

you still

destroy me

even if you are

far away

follow me

through the alleyways

of my heart

when i try to

pick up the pieces.

just let me

be.