She haunts me, a mistaken belief, a false hope.
Following me, torturing me,
reminding me of how i thought it should be.
A faint memory of how i wanted this to be.
Where do I go with this? How do I run away.
The pain is not enough for me to give up,
but not faint enough for me to forget.
May I remind you that it haunts me,
the ghost of what could have been,
or should i say, what should have been?
Leave me alone, for it shall never change.
Come tears and wash away this pain,
join me in a conversation that would lift my spirits,
give me a word that could express this event.
Grieve with me the loss of a love I never had.
