another day
rolls in, rolls out
i barely noticed
again
thoughts of you
rise with the sun and set with the moon
ghost of my dreams
where are you
sometimes i miss u so much
u almost seem real for a moment or two
but u are not, are you?
and its dangerous to forget
like driving through the night, on a sharp hilly road
holding urself awake, by strentgth of ur will
only just, holding on
ur not real
ur just a ghost
alive only
in my mind or in some long lost other world, otehr life
another place, another time
maybe ill never find u this time
maybe this is a sly suicide
but theres something familiar about ur smell, ur voice
remembered from ringing echos of
a faraway
yesterday
maybe time wraps around
in the distance of years and lifetimes
some tomorrow again
we will rejoin with yeterday
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