A Beautiful Ghost

Some of my thoughts from the last week. The things that you think of when you miss that one person.


A Beautiful Ghost

You're not here with me

So why do I look for you?

I see you in the things around me

But can never find you attached to them

I can almost hear your laugh

Almost see you turn the corner just ahead of me

It's like I'm always just a few seconds late

I look up, expecting to drown in those blue eyes

Only to see an empty seat

Why do months pass without a thought?

Why do days drag into eternity?

You've told me you hate the ghosts of this place

But now you're one of them

And I would burn the world to keep the spectres here

You're not here with me

But soon, I won't be either

And then I'll see you again



Toodles!