i am the ghost to you
i wait in the empty space
for something that has passed
a time forgotten, or maybe it never existed at all

the sweetest haze of summer days excludes me
the way i thought i loved you eludes me

the Truth evades me
you do not tell me the Truth
i must learn on my own
to trust you; to love you

things have changed now
i am sick with worry
and you are far beyond the glass

let it change; let you be the one to change it
i will wait
but not forever