The ghost who lives inside a corner of my skull, behind the left ear, lingers still.
In the mirror of my bedroom I sometimes catch a glimpse of her peering out from the eye. She does not speak but on occasion cries briny tears that bleed out her window, unexplained droplets wetting my cheek.
Today I roam again, a new city with only my thoughts for company. I found my life to be a lone one. I found myself peering into a strange looking glass of rainwater and salt cupped by an asphalt pothole. I watched the ghost gaze out again from her window and I wished desperately to know her thoughts.
I felt her stir. First as a warmth on my lid like a soft kiss, then little steps, fingers and toes sliding down my soft spine. I felt a fluttering across my stomach and sudden pang in the heart. Exiting, an unexpected cold fled my lungs into the night air, breathless.
She left me. And I with no such option.