Text messages of accusation
Lies spread across dinner tables
Conversations with my mother
None of which are really you
The way you are here smiling
My couch , reminiscing of old
I ask you remember the time
We slept at my mothers house
And the way you responded
That slight coy nod "I do"
I knew you were a dream
I meant my mothers old house
The one you never slept at
you smiled and shook your head
And I told you, "now I know
Im talking to a ghost"
Oh how you were smiling
While you soft and slowly
Faded out , into darkness
Leaving behind any reality
I choke up , couldn't help but run
Upstairs , blind with arms catching me
Out of this dream. Away from you
How you haunt my dreams
And oh how I can tell its not you