Haunted

This morning I woke up 

without you and-

try as I might-

I could not 

conjure your face. 

I drank coffee 

from your mug, 

wore the shirt 

you gave me 

six birthdays ago

(I’m still polite, 

even when you aren’t here),

I listened to all 

our favorite songs,

and recounted all 

the inside jokes, 

and still 

you remained 

on the other side 

of memory’s door. 

This is my fear, Love, 

that someday 

I will lose you 

completely 

and even your ghost 

will find other halls 

to haunt.