ghost

Sometimes I miss you.
the old you,
the one with a heart,
who thought about what they said,
who cared about other people,
who had common decency.

I don't know if i should let this person go, or if I should wait around with this new person, who is only a ghost of who I know you really are, for your return.
In all honesty I am tired,
How long must one put up with this,
Before they realize that they are only haunted by your former self.