cobwebs

He is on my mind today.
Unwelcome.
Remnants like cobwebs.
I want to move in reverse.
Why does he still haunt me?
Why haven't I adjusted when he was always a ghost?
He was never real.
Only an ideal, an idea.
Stupid and reckless.
Absurd.
Yet I still cling to his tricks,
played like his guitar -
easily, expertly -
like people never should be.