let things go

"Wasn't even my boyfriend,
we just worked together."
tears stain your eyes,
as you wash the makeup off your face.
You get up and get dressed,
and the image vanishes.

I walk to work, and 
in the deep cold,
thinking about things a man knows,
the ghost of you standing there,
on the street corner.
With an evil smirk.

Its lonely in the deepness of night,
And I turn,
and there’s no longer a phantom.
The impression of you
is gone. All that remains,
is the memory of a smell.

Some people live in the past,
With thoughts running through their head.
Memories of memories,
rushing passed.
And I  simply,

let things go.