Ghosts

We’re just a couple of ghosts, drifting side by side,

Your life has passed while I wait for mine to arrive.

Silent and aimless in this half-lit scene,

I stand in the shadows, longing to truly be seen.

Just a dream

You’re not real, you’re just a dream,

but I’ll keep my eyes closed for a little while longer,

I don’t want you to disappear.

Your name

Your name is whispered in rooms your feet haven't touched yet,

Echoes of you linger, like a memory I can't forget.

Waves of your presence, though miles away,

Still stir the air, night and day.

In every corner, it's your voice I hear, Softly haunting, pulling me near.

Your name, a promise of something more,

Even when you're not there, I still adore.

I feel sorry for the one who loves you next

I feel sorry for the one who loves you next,

They'll never match what we had, it's too complex.

No matter how bright their flame might gleam,

It'll falter, dimmed by what we used to dream.

I taught you love's fire, now they'll learn the cost,

Chasing what's gone, forever lost.

You'll never find someone who stood so tall,

Even if they try, they'll never catch it all.

I thought he was the one

I thought he was the one, my saving grace,

But his heart was elsewhere, in some distant place.

I wasn’t the one and only in his hold,

Just another name on a list gone cold.

He’d visit me only when boredom crept in,

Keeping me waiting while he lived in sin.

I believed in love, but it wasn’t mine,

For his heart belonged where the stars don’t align.

One day

One day, I know it—I’ll become the part,

The version I played in dreams from the start.

I’ll stand tall, knowing I made it through,

All the extremes, every storm I knew.

That’s a promise, I’ll see it through.

Now that you’re gone

Now that I don’t have you, now that you’re gone,

I’m lost in the silence, where dreams feel withdrawn.

Whatever you left me for, I hope you can rest now,

Find the comfort you deserve, somewhere, somehow.

But your memory lingers, it stayed, and remains,

A ghost in my mind, etched deep in my veins.

I don’t know if I’m awake or caught in the ache,

But I know I’ll be there—at your wake.

Living through the shadows, the remnants, the pain.

Dry ink

My ink dried before I wrote you back to my life,

Before I could mend the edges of strife.

Now the pages remain incomplete,

And we are the story that will never meet.

It’s not love I feel, it’s a need,

A hollow ache, an unspoken plea.

Until we reunite

A favor for a favor, let’s meet tonight,

Let’s let our love collide, let’s ignite.

I need to feel something lost in time,

A spark, a fire, a fleeting rhyme.

I’ll write about you, in ink so tight,

Tonight and every night, until we reunite.

Flowers in hand

There’s nothing I’d love more than your voice’s sound,

A whisper, a word, where hope is found.

Just tell me where, and tell me when,

I’d bring flowers in hand to see you again.

We’d meet as planned, just one more vow,

Please hold on—don’t leave me now.

Please hold on

When you’ve had one parent your whole life through,

You’ve had a hero, strong and true.

A survivor of loss, who carried the weight,

Who pushed me forward to shape my fate.

But I’m not there yet; there’s more to see,

So much left of who I’ll be.

I dream of the day your pride will gleam,

Please hold on; don’t leave this dream.

I don’t want to forget.

The thing is, I don’t want to forget,

You’re not gone, but the edges blur yet.

My memory’s fickle, it holds only a few,

But I’d fight the haze just to hold onto you.

I reach for the shadows, a light I refuse to lose,

I don’t want to forget, I don’t want to ever lose you.

The hero I knew

Watching them fade, like time’s quiet theft,

A shadow remains of what memory left.

The hero you knew, now a stranger to see,

A grief unspoken, yet heavy to be.

No one prepared for this silent ache,

A child’s perception time chose to break.

A love once known

Settling for the ghost of a love once known,

Is a battle fought in a space alone.

To see they’re not who they used to be,

Breaks the heart in its silent plea.

But goodbye feels like a heavy chain,

I’m not yet ready to bear that pain.

Right person, wrong time…

Right person, wrong time, a bittersweet find,

A rainbow that’s hidden where storm clouds align.

You cherish its glow, though the storm still stays,

And quietly hope for brighter days.

Through your lens

If I could see myself through your lens,

Would I be more than just pretend?

Could I stand out as someone dear,

Or fade away, unseen, unclear?

Am I a thought that sparks a smile,

A friend you’d keep around awhile?

Or just a passing face in time,

A nameless soul you leave behind?