the ghost of our past is all around the city

i miss you as i pass the park

i miss you as i walk the streets

i miss you as i order my drink,

my green apple boba

if i’m unsure of what to get

i’ll always know my green apple boba

i miss you
the way my hands
fit with your hips

do you miss me
my hands
holding you tight

why do i miss you
the way you'd fall asleep
when i would play with your hair

why won't you miss me
my gentle touch
brushing your hair out of your face

i want to see you
the way you looked that night
in your aquamarine dress

when you see me
are you reminded of the time we first met
as you walked into that humid summer classroom

i want to talk to you
the way we did
playfully, effortlessly

will you listen
the way you listened when i told you my story
my past

i want to love you

do you love me.

Have you ever experienced a cycle,
A spiral,
An Anchor weighing down your mind

Been held in place while you try to find,
your way out

Have you ever been held a hostage,
By your own mind so much so,
That you no longer,
Can grasp the concept of time

Have you ever gotten so lost in your thoughts,
that you can no longer find your way out,

So you shout,
You scream

You cry,

Fearing what might come once your last breath dies

You fear what will happen,
You know that it won't change,
You fear the silence,
Is what you'll hear,
Come your last days.

You were going to be my wife

You loved me

You stood by me

You helped me

You were going to be my wife

You took my heart

You have my heart

You broke my
                                  Heart

You were going to be my wife

You grew

You developed

You matured

You were going to be my wife

You held me

You held him

You held my heart

You were going to be my wife

You took me in

You took my ring

You took off your shirt

You were going to be my wife

You took it off for him

Your shirt

Your ring

You were going to be my wife

And now you’re gone