THE GHOST OF YOU

Why is it that your memory haunts me?

Why can't you just let me be?

Everywhere I go, I see the ghost of you. 

Sometimes, I even have a misty view. 

Then I dry my eyes of the pain

And a new world of love I gain. 

The love comes from those true of heart. 

From the ones I'll never again part.

Why is it I, that you always call?

Isn't there anyone else to catch you when you fall?

 

Why does your ghost linger over me? 

 From you, can't you see I want to be free? 

The love, you think, you want from me

This, again, I'm sorry, can never be

 

The ghost of you

It isn't something new

But it has recently been haunting me. 

I don't know why this, now, has to be. 

You never had love for me, only hate. 

That was and is, from you, my sad fate. 

I now exercize your ghost

To make my life the most. 

 

Victoria Farley