i harbor oceans of regretMature

I harbor oceans of regret that swell and spray and crash
against the inside of my skin.  I am an accumulated
layer of dust on all the things you love, I am a record
skipping in the farthest corner of this old, forgotten house.
I am the ghost that lingers here, flickering in the night,
fading like all the memories that dwindle as the carvings
of our initials wear thin on the baseboards of your room.

The End

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