The Phantom of my bosom

This thought came into my mind today, when I felt the lump in my throat.

Feelings of conviction flushed over me,

was I allowed to feel this way?

I've come so far, accomplished so much and yet,

It still haunts me.

My best friend would say "don't give way to any power, that doesn't deserve you"

my stomach rotated around the axis of its center.

I heard her voice.

But I thrashed in my mind from wall to wall,

flipping tables, and throwing glass thoughts.

Shattering this urge to cry

I still, did.

I felt like, I lost.

Handing over the torch to the ghost that is not supposed to live here anymore,

as if we’re taking turns.

Night sweats drench my pillows.

Shouldn't I be over this by now?

It's stupefying,

how a deceased love, still slithers around,

but then another voice entered through the shards of broken glass,

slowly descending its way down the spiral staircase of my heart,

it picked up one of the thoughts off the floor, the one that said, cry.

And so we wept.