There once was a boy
Who looked at me with love
He was there by my side
But I blinked and he was gonna

No trace of him around
No words left in the echo
No clue as to where he's gone
No place to start a search.

A ghost leaves more behind
Than just a broken heart
The first love that could have been true
The right kind of guy just gone ****.

At least my memories are happy
Nothing bad to come
Except for the pain of remembering
That he's gone for good

No one to ask where he's gone
No words to cling to for comfort
No item to hold in case of depression
Just an impression that he was once there