Ghost

The scent of him still remains, like the map to a forgotten road.

The more I try to resist it, the more intense the hold grows.

Every touch, every kiss is still planted deep within.

Although my mind knows the truth.

My heart cannot win.

A deep desire not to let go, as if tasting nectar from a forbidden fruit.

I gave him my heart and soul, once he entered no one else has been able to come in.

A constant battle raging between the heart and the mind.

Knowing I'm in his past.

However, my heart still longs to be a part of his future.