Suddenly, Silence Screamed

The ghost of our past still haunts me. There is an inkling fear that I might suddenly run into you again. Don't get it wrong, I don't detest you. I just wouldn't know what to say or do when I see you. If we ever cross paths, my silence would say what my words never could or would or should. And so I would rather never see you again than carry the weight of my                     silence. The ghost of our past still haunts me.