I feel the ghost of where
your hands were
Once, months
ago.
You must've thought,
Oh, how could you think
I'd be okay
without you
Now.

I miss feeling
like I could
tell you
anything.
I miss
being your best friend.
It makes you wonder:
Why
What
and
How.

I'm chasing a ghost
I know, I know.
Run away,
you'd say.
But I can't.
It's too late.

Your hands found mine
when I reached down,
down for you
and you grabbed onto them
like you couldn't ever
bare to lose me
or bare to
let me go.
But you did,
and you did, and I did.
But I still never
let you
Fall.

I don't love you out of loneliness.
No, girl, I was fine before you.
I love you
because
I love you,
and that's all.

the moment you left
I realized exactly
what it was
that I needed
to say.

“What’s your favorite color?,” I asked;
I can’t seem to remember.
Does she make you happy?
I hope she makes you smile..
And me?
Well, I’m getting better.

I wish you’d remember
the times we’d stay up,
just to hear each other’s voice.
And I hope you remember -
God, I pray you didn’t forget -
that, though I never was your first choice;
how I’ve always been there
and never left,
even after we didn’t talk for months.
And we always pick up
right where we left off,
though I thought I hated you
once.

I miss the witty banter,
your sarcasm and your laugh.
It’s still hard for me to accept
that those days are in the past.
And my heart,
it hurts as I write this;
as I’m aching for something more.
I wish so badly for things to go back
to the way they were, once before.
And I know you still care,
in your own ghostly way;
but I feel that you’ve slipped
away..
to a happier place on the other side -
and if it were up to me,
I’d keep it this way.

Though I miss you more
than you will ever know,
things must remain the same.
See, I will never risk
your happiness
for me and my selfish ways.

And so I remain
holding on,
though I must let you go.
Don’t you know -
I loved you more
than you will ever know.

I am always nostalgic for summer
when the leaves start turning,
and the chill of the air
leaves my breath hanging
in the air
like I
was never
there
at all.

In the grand scheme of things
This won't matter.
In the grand scheme of things
This will seem so small.
In the grand scheme of things
I may forget you.
In the grand scheme of things
This won't matter at all.

It’s been months since I saw
your face, or touched
your skin, and felt your
embrace.
It’s been months now, since you
looked at me
with that playful look in your eye;
months since you held my hand,
months since you were by my side.

There are no photographs
of you and I -
you are, now, but a ghost;
a mere memory in the fleeting
past, you were gone so fast,
we didn’t last and I..
I’d be lying if I said,
if I said I didn’t try.

I did, I tried
my **** near hardest
and I cried
because you were the farthest
thing out of reach that I could never
seem to grasp a hold of.

You were always running,
r u n n i n g
r
u
  n
   n
    i
     n
      g
away
from me
away
from us
away
from anyone
or anything
you thought you might one day love enough
to hurt you
and break you down.
And so you slowly left,
and walked away,
held your head high,
without a sound.