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Haunting spirits, 

I see your faces in my mirror,

Misty-grey, lingering behind me.

My heart pounds. 

Tears threaten to spill.

But these eyes have given too much,

Can  no longer offer their life for the dead.

Memories rise unbidden,

My attempts to drown them feeble, futile.

Flashes of words,

Snapshots of smiles,

The press of warm lips against mine. 

I long for reality again.

I have long given my heart to these ghosts.

No longer now can I live among them,

My heart, my path, lies in new directions,

Amid stranger trees and brighter air.

I wish for living flowers, not wilted ones.

But you tug on my skirt,

Pull at my hair,

Grab my wrists,

Attempting to force me to stay. 

I cannot. 

I cannot.

I will not join you.

It is not my time.

Long will you wait for my shade, spectres.

I loved you once, and that piece of my soul

Can never return to me.

It is buried in the cold coffin where you now sleep eternally.

But it is time.

Time for me to truly heal,

Time for me to stop living a half-life,

But begin a full one, a complete one, 

One that I may find happiness in, and with.

So here, I bid you fond farewells.

We will meet again when it is my turn

To pass through Death's twisting corridors,

And not before.