lost
Our old memories, the only comfort I have from you.
Every day, you’re jogging around my mind,
Like a ghost, haunting the same house.
Forever moving further and further away.
I wonder, do you still feel this way?
Do I haunt your dreams?
Do I pester your unconscious mind?
In the rooms I stand in, you follow in the corners.
I hear your giggles as you torment me,
Telling me maybe I should come find you,
Convincing me you still matter.
Those clueless little kids no longer exist,
Ripped apart, living new lives.
Those times feel like a fever dream now,
A dream repeating every night,
Trying to rewrite reality,
Trying to make a new ending stick.
Even if I tried to find you,
Part of me knows I never could.
That young bud has fully blossomed,
And you are beautiful.
I watch you leave me, like smoke through my fingers,
Counting every tick tock from the clock until you return,
No guarantee you will ever look back again.
Copyright © Robert Moran | Year Posted 2025
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