L is for Lingers, Longing, Lost

She is still 
here.
Everywhere.

She is in walls
she’s never touched
and air she’s never breathed.

Her silhouette 
hangs in shadows
as we sleep.

Her presence
permeates my skin
and flickers through my mind

as I wash my face
and fold laundry
and fuck you.

She, who bore your children,
who cheated,
who left you no choice,

remains in you.
She is still 
in you. 

As is the unforgiving truth
that you’ll one day
have to perform 

your own exorcism
to have any room
for new.