New girl, old ghosts

My babe replaced me with a new girl I see
Her in
The mirror, not out of jealousy but rather similarity
Oh, does she know
That when he braids her hair she looks just like me, his last lady?
Or why the corn don’t grow
In the garden, she’ll dig and find teeth not seeds
‘Cause that’s where I sleep

She doesn't know
Why he’s got so many old ghosts

My babe’s got her pruning in the garden now, poppies
She scrapes the dirt from
Souls in her boots, the buried bodies
He never means it when he says he’s sorry

When he finally blows
I pray she won’t forgive easily like me, that she can gnash her teeth
So she can throw
What’s left of him upon his pile of dirty laundry
As she wipes herself clean

After this new girl, there will be no more
Old ghosts

He taunts my spirit every day with his new, new girl
Does she know that he too was once my world?
Just as well-behaved with my lamb-like grace
Belly-up in the beast that I thought I could tame
I wanna raise the dead just to play with his head
It’s a shame that he’d make her clean his mess up instead
I wanna set her free, and say she’s not alone
When her peripherals make him a devil
But I'm just an old ghost