*ghost*

The man who my lover used to be
Crawls in my bed, every night before I sleep 
I bid him farewell, but he doesn't like to leave.
He blankets me with memories
And for that moment I am his

But when the sun wakes again from the horizon
Once more, my heart tendons tighten
For I must let go of the one I truly love
Since he doesn't know how to thrive in the light

After all, this man who haunts me every night
I'm in love with not him
But the ghost of his

*Sina*