The ghost of my past lingers around me like the dense smoke I exhale, the shisha pipe clutched between my fingers.
The air is thick and clouded, a mist of vapour saturating it as with each breath I unfold a sequence of vivid of memories, unlocking the shadow of guilt which refuses to leave my side.
The shadow I always see in the green greying depths of your beautiful eyes..
In the clever formation of your words my mind interprets so radically..
In the dark of the night as I walk alone.
Shadows of the ghost, waiting for me to yield to their persistent nagging, always refusing to acknowledge my resolve.
How can they understand that I regret you, your very existence.. All of you.