Sometimes the ghost in me calls out the name I should have been forgotten.
Sometimes it cries out loud to stop me from deleting the memories of the person.
Sometimes it makes many barriers in my mind for ceasing the opportunities by which I can live my life as my own.
Sometimes it reminds me of all the debts I had to that very person.
Sometimes it keeps me awake at nights to remember the moments of myself with that person.
Sometimes it forces me to fall asleep to dream the happy face of that very person.
Sometimes it tells me stories how disloyal my thoughts were then.
Sometimes it asks me to recall all the moments when we fought with each other only because we loved and be loved so much.
Sometimes it smiles at my uncomfortable urges of my mind to see the person once only.
Sometimes I beg to my ghost to give back the moments of all the mistakes to make them right.
Sometimes I cling on my ghost to relive all the good memories I have of that person.
Sometimes there are only some times to rethink the decisions I have made.
Sometimes the ghost in me reflects all the times I have wronged that person.
Sometimes it questions me to answer the most difficult queries about those days when we were with each other.
Sometimes I starts hating the existing of my mind and the ghost in me.
Sometimes when I cannot find my ghost I become the cruellest human to myself.
Sometimes when all the worse in me scratch my mind, it gives me paces to pace.
Sometimes it applies ointment on the wound I have and tries to give me a little solace.
Sometimes it sits beside me and let me put my head on its shoulder.
Sometimes the ghost in me becomes me and gives me the chance to feel not me.
Sometimes the ghost in me does things I want to do or am supposed to do.
Sometimes I think without the ghost in me, I would not be me ever or I would not be the human I am today.
I say out loud, “Oh my ghost! Be in me, be as I am, and make my being humane!”