I can picture my future clearly,
Every crack and warp in the floor boards,
I can see where I’m going to be and where I’m going to go

A ghost of a lover passes through every image
But is never there long enough to make an indent in the mattress;
A fragrance of false hope and dried tears fills my nose
Stains of coffee spilled over every book left on the kitchen counter

I constantly paced back in forth in the middle of the night
Wondering when you’d come home
Whoever you are
Where ever you are

And I wonder now
In the present
Who is that ghost wandering in my future?