The ghosts of our past haunt me in every corner, forcing me to open my eyes to a reality you chose for us and I had to follow. 
I see the ghost of your favorite biscuits in my dresser, 
I see the ghost of you sipping coffee and smoking out my window, 
I see the ghost of your laptop and air pods on the living room table, 
I see the ghost of you pulling me closer on the balcony, 
I see the ghost of you bringing me a fragrant cup of masala chai, 
 I see the ghost of you knocking on my door, 
I see the ghost of your belongings neatly tucked away in your room, 
I see the ghost of you opening your bedroom door and telling me it would all get better, 
I see the ghost of your small Amazon packages strewn across the corridor,
I see the ghost of you sneaking around the house with dessert you didn't want to share 
But the ghost that haunts me the most is the one that held me the morning that we would break up.  

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