Ghost

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I’m here sittin…

On a mountain of choked up tears

Sometimes doing all the right things 

Still hit hard. 

Not everything right…

Feels good..

It can sneak up like..

A lightning strike on your soul..

Right in the middle of your..

Morning brew..

A song or two…

A ray of light shining in..

I hold onto my feel good

Memories of you..

Like an old dream..

In a dusty old room..

On the other side of that wall

Was also the nightmare

Sad Boogyman 

With a smirk..

Ghost on the sofa..

Deadpan stare..

Not here or there. 

I cling to the old volvo leather

Chrome and smoke..

Plaid shirts..

And that one fishin trip. 

The pain of knowing 

your troubled soul.

As if it were my burden to hold..

Yet I remember my mama’s fear..

And her tight embrace.

As your shadow moved..

beneath the door. 

Memories untold. 

Sometimes doing what’s right 

Feels like the death of someone 

You dreamed up to love..

Another ache that will never 

Truly go away