a ghost, a gift, a ladder

You are always going to be a presence
in my mind,
in my gut,
in my life.

A gift I never asked for, yet always want/ed, a present existing in all three times.
A fog enveloping the island, on the clearest of days, even.
An afterglow from a lamp that can't be found.

It's never going to leave,
whether I like it or not.
You are never going to leave,
whether you want to or not.