I still have your letters,
Your stuffed animal,
Your socks,
Your belt,
Your texts,
Your photos,
Your memories...

Your memories like ghosts,
Reminding me of what used to be.
The ghosts
Dancing in the shadows of the darkness
That haunts me when I can't sleep.

A ghost of you is all I have left.
Nothing more
Than fragmented memories of what used to be.

To the left,
A 16-year-old
Falling in love for the first time.

A silhouette of a happy couple
Spending New Years together.

Thousands of ghosts scatter through the room
And with them, thousands of memories;
Each one with a story to tell.