Letting Go of Your Ghost

Even though we were over
a long time ago ..
It still hurts, like hell today ..
And even now,
when I find a trace of you
somewhere
and recount what we once
used to call our
uncomplicated love affair ..
Take for instance,
a flake, or a wisp or a taste
of you on some
old, chipped and likewise,
discarded
porcelain tea cup perhaps ..
Or your sweet,
unmistakable scent on an
unopened envelope ..
As I stumble somehow on
your intimate DNA ..
Such little things mean so
much more to me
these days and effectively
prevent me
from letting go of your ghost ..