I feel the ghost of where
your hands were
Once, months
ago.
You must've thought,
Oh, how could you think
I'd be okay
without you
Now.

I miss feeling
like I could
tell you
anything.
I miss
being your best friend.
It makes you wonder:
Why
What
and
How.

I'm chasing a ghost
I know, I know.
Run away,
you'd say.
But I can't.
It's too late.

Your hands found mine
when I reached down,
down for you
and you grabbed onto them
like you couldn't ever
bare to lose me
or bare to
let me go.
But you did,
and you did, and I did.
But I still never
let you
Fall.

I don't love you out of loneliness.
No, girl, I was fine before you.
I love you
because
I love you,
and that's all.