ghosts haunt me like an ouija board

She stood next to me in line at the grocery store,
I'm pretty sure she had no clue it was I who stood there.
We were lovers for nearly a fortnight, years ago
before I could safely say, I was mature.
That scent she always left trailing her, no matter
the time of day or location; because it was natural-
that aroma which lured me in like an unwilling
chump, a sucker for romance- I'd have done anything.
A poem I wrote to remind me how much damage you had done
to me still sat folded in my wallets plastic windows.
Your name is all I see when I open the leather bound
money holder- a song in my head plays constantly
on repeat when I hear your name said, even spoken
by a stranger, discussing a different person
all together; there was so much I wanted
to say to you my love, but I'll always have cowardliness
pinned to me like a badge, one last piece of my honour
torn away and shredded into pieces, you left me so unhinged.