Ghosts

It's as if it was just a phantom pain.

The sensation didn't come again.

At first..

It was a few times in a day.

Then it was once a day.

Later days turn to weeks.

And now as the weeks go by, 

It's gone.

Every movement I make,

gazes I've met,

and places I pace,

the sensation of anguish has dissipated.

The hollow has been filled.

But could it be by sheer force of will?

I'm afraid.

Maybe it's the voice in the machine,

what if that voice disappears?

I cannot give in,

I cannot relish in this.

This sense of comfort, fleeting.