I’m in love with your ghost.

You’re dead to me, but your ghost keeps me company. Not all the time, but every so often I hear its voice in my ear; I feel its breath on my neck.

Sometimes in the dead of night, it lies beside me whispering sweet half truths of what might have been from the pillow next to mine.

It keeps me company when things become too settled; when I become too still.

Memories. Castles in the sky. I would have followed you anywhere.

Sigh.

Your ghost reminds me of who I was; it challenges me to remember why I moved on.

And really, that’s why I love it.