im a ghost of my former self
since i was left for dead
last autumn down at the southside bank
she left with him instead

but months are lifetimes to some
and i loved her lifetimes ago
still her memories haunt me daily
and to think, that im the ghost

but lingering wont help me live
or make it clear to see
that all these photographs and dreams
wont bring her back to me

what is a poet
but someone lost in his own fantasy
trying to romanticize life
trying to climb high and fly higher still
just to ultimately fall down from that self-made tower of lies
and face reality

i sit and watch as the sun goes down
just another day lost for now
i know someday this will end
someday you’ll fall in love
and i wont pretend

ek glo nie,
maar vanaand bid ek,
nie vir wat of wie,
maar vir wat ooit was,
vir my onskuldige jeug,
toe ek plesier kon haal uit pakkies swiets, toe ek nie geweet het van oud word nie,

ek glo nie,
maar vanaand is ek op my knieë,
want iewers het ek my onskuld verloor,
my plesier word nie meer geput uit sondag oggend cartoons,
of met vriende speel na school,
met vrees in my hart sluit ek my oë,
en verdwaal in hierdie jongere drome,

vanaand is daar geen hallelujahs,
en geen amens

i hold on to distant summer days
they keep me warm during these nights of snow

and i’m not the only one who hasn’t forgotten
these memories lay restless still
as the aging leaves on trees still know

the color of your weary eyes
and as the final embers glow

the wind sings songs with beauty only to be matched by your sweet voice

during these lonely nights of snow
your absence leaves me cold
but i feel as if you should know
i hold you closer still