Today I'm a ghost,
the cold air whispers through window sills
and hot tea warms up my cup,
with a sip of mediocrity left in my mouth.

Today I'm a ghost,
the thoughts of you fade away
as imprints of blank space are what left remains.

Today I'm a ghost,
my skin pale white and my face numb,
I'm left with nothing.

Tomorrow your ghost leaves
and I can no longer be a ghost with you.
I'm not a ghost, I'm just alone.