that is your reflection,
hanging in the night sky,
in spring,
threatening to disappear.

if you could just forget,
if the thoughts could drown away,
in your tears,
wouldn't it be great?

you could forget the voices,
the laughter, the smiles,
the kindness they once brought,
but never the dejection,
never the hopeless that comes after hope.

you could no longer hear the voices,
you long for,
only the ghosts in your heart.