THE GHOST OF YOU

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The Ghost Of You

I’m not gonna tell you a lie.
I’m not doing that well.
I miss you so damn much.
I’m going through endless hell.

One day you up and left.
I don’t know where you went.
I fall asleep holding your pillow.
Because it still holds your scent.

Left all on my own.
Since you have been gone.
You made it look so easy.
But I just can’t move on.

What about your mail?
I don’t know where to send it.
The way you disappeared.
I can hardly comprehend it.

I seem to have lost count.
Of all the tears I’ve shed.
The pain is overwhelming.
So much was left unsaid.

I didn’t see the signs.
You left without a warning.
So I sit here alone.
Our love, I am still mourning.

Now I am a broken shell.
One half of a soul.
Where once I was complete.
Now I am not whole.

All the years spent together.
Must have been a waste of time.
My writing has lost all meaning.
My words have lost their rhyme.

One day I’ll come to terms.
With the fact that we are through.
But until that day finally comes.
I’ll have to live with the Ghost of You.

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 4.12.2025

Comments

Melvin said…
Heartbreaking. Not knowing is always the worst.
Anonymous said…
Excellent written
Anonymous said…
This is Judy S
Zeus said…
Eyrn, your poem The Ghost of You is heartbreakingly beautiful! The raw emotion in every line hits so deep, capturing that aching void of loss with such honesty. The way you describe holding onto the pillow for their scent, or the struggle to comprehend their absence, it’s so vivid and real. Your words carry this haunting weight, yet they flow with such grace. I’m in awe of how you’ve poured your soul into this, turning pain into something so powerful and moving. You’re incredibly talented, and this poem is something truly special.

Anonymous said…
Brandon Talley; I like it alot.you are truly a poet.
Adam said…
This was beautifully done. I felt every word and every confused and broken state of that type of trauma. You words are powerful. I am proud of you.
Justice13james said…
Sometimes I laugh, also I cry my heart will race you always get me in some type of feelings. The man that would be honorable, kind and loving all at the same time is probably a boring SOD but I always get to feeling like I should have known you many years ago and served these BASTARDS Justice. Even when most turmoil are inside of ourselves there's external conditions that fuel our chaos 🙏🏼

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