the ghost of you and I

 It had been awhile since I’d seen your face for real.

It comes often in dreams, conjured from deep within the heart…

But always as my mind’s projection of who you were.

A twisted version, at best.

Seeing you in person is so much different.

You’re nothing but a ghost now.

Empty and emotionless.

Not real, not that person you were. Not mine.

And neither am I….

I can separate the two at long last, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

 

But fleeting moments leave me restless and hollow

Moments when our eyes connect, or you act the way you used to.

I see the person there, and not the shadow of who I knew.

That boy I adored.

And memories flash like pictures through my mind, my heart igniting.

Each vivid frame burns more and more…

Because those glimpses don’t belong anymore, beautiful depictions that will never be again.

You’re so far gone, and I’m barely human.

 

You’re not happy these days, and it’s painfully obvious.

But you won’t let anyone in, so you’ll stay that way.

And maybe I never made you happy, but it’s clear that she doesn’t either.

My only hope for you now is that you don’t lose who you are completely….

Because I couldn’t have loved anyone more.