Since you left, there is an eerie silence in the house. The verbal arguments have stopped, my brain has quieted, there is a peaceful existence. At times the silence can be deafening. At other times it is a comforting and joyful noise.
Memories are like demons and ghosts that can come back to haunt us when we least expect it. Sometimes the ghost of you reappears, and may be just a simple reminder that you were here, other times it may be an unwanted memory. Then the demons enter my brain, compelling me to reach out and call you, tell you that I miss you.
As time goes on I am less spooked and fearful of their return, these ghosts and demons, until one day the ghost of you disappears for good. As for the demons they may play with my mind and heart for a while but eventually they will vanish too, along with the ghost of you.