The Ghost of You

I see you everywhere now.
A cruel ghost disguised with immaculate charm,
Setting out to gruel and harm.

I see you at restaurants,
In the bottom of a man’s whiskey glass,
Overcome with flashes of raunch and crass,
Your sly grin as you looked at me,
Encouraging me to drink up,
So you could grope and feel my back.

I see you in newspapers,
Coaxing me with lies,
That my anxiety is our love’s demise,
A hellfire erupting in gray-blue eyes.

But your haunt is like a warning sign,
Never crossed a second time.