I cleaned our apartment obsessively. I bought a mousetrap and caught the critter that had been sprinting around the kitchen for weeks. I took the clothes you left behind to a charity shop. I threw away your yellow toothbrush. I woke up mornings, went to the office as usual. I generally got on with my life and rediscovered lost friends. I found a different appartment to rent. But your ghost was nothing if not persistent. I often had a sense of you being there next to me, especially late at night. That shivering, feathery feeling still rises up in me sometimes, but less and less frequently. Slowly, surely, I’m getting over you.