While chasing your ghost, I became one myself

I just couldn’t let go and it put me through hell

A hole where my heart was, a pain in my chest

And no medication that could put me to rest

While I was sorting the boxes, I fell to the floor

Wishing you would come walk through that door

The picture frames and the smell on your shirt

A disturbing amplification of me feeling hurt

While I was sorting the mail, I found a letter for you

Saying your credit cards balance was due

The bold red ink letters are blurred from my tears

Small thing like this reminding, you’re no longer here

While I was sorting my thoughts, I stumbled upon

Some bittersweet memories and since you’ve been gone

Tried to make peace, thought writing would help

While chasing your ghost, I became one myself