“Though it hurts like hell, I cannot get enough.
So please, haunt me until the day I die.”
I feel you in everything I do. You’re in the grass beneath my feet. I feel the ghost of your touch in the breeze as I catch your scent. You’re in every song I hear. Somehow, you’re still finding a way into my soul. Speaking to me in whispers. Letting me feel your hunger. And even though it hurts like hell, I cannot get enough. So please, haunt me until the day I die.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I don’t mind having
your ghost with me.
Sarah Doughty 
Awesome!
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Thank you so much!
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This is really beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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“So please, haunt me until the day I die.
I don’t mind having
your ghost with me.” These two lines are just so poignant. Very well done.
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Oh thank you, love. 😊
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You’re very welcome! 😀
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