i was your favorite ghost.
you'd visit me once a week
throw some roses
read some proses
allow some tears to leak

you no longer visit me
not once a month or at all
i sit here waiting
my mind debating
why I allowed myself to fall


then one day you bring her to me
she smells like butterscotch
i comprehend
why we had to end
but i can't bear to watch

still, i am just a ghost
a graveyard fantasy
and you have love
someone to think of
who lives in reality