I’m scared for us, because of me —
for the things I’ve done, the shadows I’ve sewn.
I’m a coward, my love,
one you never deserved.
I’ll linger in your life like a ghost
echoing through your past,
and I’m not proud of the haunting.
I just hope one day you’ll open your eyes
and see how heavy I’ve become to you.
Get better, my sweet girl —
get free of me.

-A.H.