You still haunt me;
It feels like your chapter in my story
Isn't over even after all this time.
I can see your face here there
And almost everywhere,
And I hear your voice echoing into my
Empty heart saying
"Please...don't go".
It seems the voice is in so much pain
Because that request
Feels more like a desperate plea.

But as you disappear with the stars
And the moon I come upon a realization,
It's was my voice all along.
That desperate plea, mine.
Those faces I see in places, me.
All in the desperate failed attempts in
Trying to hold on to what's left of you.
A ghost.

- The engineering student