ghost

Its that time of night when I’m contemplating life

and the curtains are drawn and the light is glowing

softly in the corner

and I’ve got violins in my ears playing the soundtrack

to the movie I have playing in my head

as I feel the euphoria of another day lived

and the few hours I got to spend dreaming about you

and I’ve got my hands dancing stretched above my head

and I’m praising the beauty of your face

and the angle with which my gaze traced your smile

as I hid around the corner and dreamt about forever

and I can’t tell you of the joy that beats through my heart

and the surprise I feel when it jumps and starts

when I imagine we’re finally happy

and my blood is screaming through my veins

and there’s a stupid smile on my face

thinking about the way a fire sprang to life

as I passed you by, almost touching

it left a trail, a shadow of the ghost of the moment

when we almost did but didn’t

and the cymbal crashes through my head

when I remember I can’t tell you

or dance for you

I can’t smile and laugh and it can’t be for you

even if its all I ever want

and now the sick yellow light of the lamp

is peeling along the walls

staining the memory of day

and I’m happy I can love you in this way

even when we’ll not be forever

or ever

or now

god, and the sounds of the violins are climbing higher

and the movie is coming to its tragic end

and life is not a dream

its something else entirely

and I’ll be crying a river of woe

in the morning

remembering to forget the happy hour

until I’m dreaming of forever

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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