There’s a ghost in my room—

She wears my perfume.

My God,

She looks so much like me.

I cannot place

Her familiar face,

But it feels as though

She’s part of me.

She’s wearing my clothes

And strikes my same pose…

Why does she move

So much like me?

She drifts through my home,

Weariness in her bones,

With tears in her eyes,

Just like me.

She once was a lover,

But now she is covered

In bruises and scars,

Just like me.

Her smile, full of lies,

Doesn’t quite reach her eyes—

A shell of a woman,

Like me.

If I could retrace

All the memories misplaced,

Would I know her?

Perhaps she’d know me.

But time has erased

The name from her face.

Soon enough, she will fade,

Just like me…

Though we are strangers,

I know there’s no danger…

She suffers in silence,

Like me.

And if she shall leave,

I will always believe—

She was more than a ghost.

She was me.