This piece voices how I haunt the life of a past lover. All the things of me I imprinted on him. The new habits he adopted, the opinions I shared which made him look at the world differently. The songs we made love to, the songs we relaxed to. The songs he knew I disliked, the songs he knew I loved. The seeds I planted which made him mine. The way I supported his dreams, his truths. My truths and imperfections which he adored. The marks of me, not only physically but mentally marked. So you see, I pity the woman who competes with the ghost of me.
As it is me who haunts his soul.