my eyes are playing tricks on me
as I see you everywhere I look.
You seem so happy too
but how could that be when your gone.
I hear you call out my name and I swear I see you
smiling back at me.
But I think I’m seeing and hearing the ghost of my past
The past I sometimes regret being apart of.
There isn’t a day that goes by the those days don’t just flash
in front of my eyes as if I’m living that moment again.
And this time I say the words that needs to be said and then like a
ghost you begin to fade away anyway.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes