the rain is full of ghosts tonight
they push the trees to tap on the glass
they moan and shake the leaves
i watch the moon and ponder
where my lips have been
who i have touched
i have forgotten the ones in between,
forgotten when i wonder why
it’s then and now and in between
here i am stuck in the middle
the arms that held me weren’t as strong
as my head rested on another’s pillow
i ask the ghosts what went wrong
they sigh and leave me alone.