illy

"The Ghost I Can Touch"

Last night when we said goodbye
I made sure to hold you tight
because you are still real
though you are gone
you are still alive...

And when I need a reply
to help me justify this thing I threw away
you are there
to tell me you are tired
and to talk about the places you have been...

Maybe you're a metaphor
for a love that left me years before
one that floated far from shore
off the rocks, into the sea...

Maybe you're a memory of the ghost inside me?