I find pieces of you in others
Your love of music in a coworker
The coded language we shared
In a new friend
Some people say that
Ghosts of the dead are what
Stories are made of
But I say
The ghost of regret is
The chapter I never expected.

Maybe love is not meant for those
With tangled minds
Unable to decipher what’s happening
In your head and in mine  
But I know that every soul
This earth presents to me
Is someone that can teach me
Lessons I’ll cling onto
With every breath
With knuckles bruised.