Memory Ghost

you can’t touch me anymore.

so why is it that i still flinch

when people go in to hold me?

why is it that

when they raise their hand

to give me a high five

i bury my head in my arms?

but you can’t touch me anymore

right?

so why is it that

when i’m laying in this bed and

i catch the slight scent of your cologne

i start shaking in fear?

or when i hear the sound of yelling

i look for a place to hide.

YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME ANYMORE.

YOU AREN’T HERE ANYMORE.

but i’ll still hide,

in fear you’ll eventually return.

i’ll still cover my ears,

to tune out the sound of your voice.

you may be gone

but, the bruises?

they’ll still appear.

my breath?

oh how it still stops,

due to you taking away my air.

i’ll still walk amongst these egg shells,

in fear of upsetting you.

you can’t touch me anymore.

but your memory?

it still can.