i want to be free of you now
but the ghosts of time
always linger
the parade about you
with eyes straight into yours
no, never just a glance
with just  a hint of goodbye
perhaps
in all its deepest simplicity
they just want to be recognized
for who they where
and then and only then
without so much as a whisper
there gone
but then thats the hardest part
remembering who they where
not what they became