A ghost.
Caught in the middle road -
between you and me.
And I'm haunted on this earth,
in sleep and in my earliest waking hours,
or when I'm least expectant,
or every time I blink.
Hear my cry:
Take these ghosts from me,
take it all away.
And you do, my love, you do.
With every close embrace,
there's simply no space
for any ghost between.
With every tear upon my cheek,
they escape,
and soon I'll be free.