Ghosts

When your eyes wander, it isn't just my shadows that follow me anymore. I can feel when my ghosts begin to seperate us, and even though it happens right before my very eyes, it feels as if there is no way stopping it. But when the clothes were put back on and your things were packed I decided I am moving, forwards and away from what I have been. This isn't cemented, but give me three words, eight letters, then I am yours.