Ghost

Our lives our so intertwined, so meshed together so intricately, that it is extremely hard to simply let go. In the house i live him, i see him. On the bed i sleep in, i see him. In each of my daughters, i see him. Places we use to frequent, the mosque we used to go to, the mango shake stall we used to get our iced mango fix. Everywhere; everything, reminds me of him.

So it hasn't been easy. 

Some people tell me time will heal. 

But it has been years, so why is he still haunting me?