I am the Ghost.
Dead, lost and wandering in space.
Alone, lonely,
with no escape.
I am the Ghost.
forgotten, left with nobody to talk to,
no family or friends,
nobody to call to.
I am the Ghost.
sitting right here, by the fire place,
calling to you,
looking at your beautiful face.
I hate to see the sadness in your eyes.
I am right here to hear all your cries.
I want to touch you,
let you know I am right besides you.
But, I just can’t,
I am afraid I might hurt you.
I am sad too,
I want to cry.
But I am the Ghost,
I try, but I can’t cry.
And as I sit right here in our living room,
I reminisce about the past.
All good times and bad ones
we knew they wouldn’t last.
But I am the Ghost,
and I wonder about all words unsaid.
All plans left on our bucket list,
it fills me with regret.
If I could find a way back,
just for one brief moment.
I will kiss you, my love,
a moment I will never forget.
I am the Ghost.
I am the past.
But to all those who are present,
live today, as life will not last.