Like A Ghost

Woke up in cold sweat, never fully asleep. Soft pat on my back, it was you, wasn't it? I can still feel it, vividly. Choking me with unusual feelings.

Ah, but they all are too familiar, aren't they?

Ghost leaves its mark and it's burdensome. But someday, somehow, we're going to be the one who forgets.

2013

Happy new year, A.