And yet she's a ghost,
Floating through the doorways of my heart.
Beckoning me with every whisper
Every word I'll hold on to
To prove that she's tangible
And not just a
Figment
Of my
Imagination

So I'll let her stay,
Continue haunting this vacant heart.
And she'll tell me her secrets,
Let me into her arms,
I'll find my home in them
There I'll
Live
Out my
Days