The Ghost of You

The last time my furniture was arranged this way 

Your feet left their prints in my carpet. 

I closed the door to my closet 

When I saw your favorite outfit 

Still hanging amongst the others

And as I type this, 

I am reminded that once again you are my muse.

It must be getting boring now, 

Always being the center of attention. 

A simple obsession; 

Unintentional memories or the ghost of you?