I've been haunted for quite some time now. I don't know why I'm that way but I am. I here things. Things that some shouldn't. Things that make my breathing so slow that you question the function of my lungs. I've heard things for years now. I feel things. I feel things that aren't there. Things that turn my entire body into a rigor state. I feel the presence of nothingness. I know it's there. I feel there but my eyes can't comprehend its presence. I see things. Sudden movements out of the corner of my eye. Figures roaming in the night. Driving in the dark I can almost make out the figure of a head in my backseat. see things that aren't there.

What I can't hear is your voice calling my name to come and accompany you. I can't feel the gentle touch of you rubbing my arm when I was feeling sad. What I can't see is your beautiful face. What I no longer have is you.

I'm not only haunted. I'm heartbroken. But the brokenness of my heart outshines the haunt of my soul.

Rosetta