The past is long gone
long left far behind…
…so why won’t she fade
from my memories?
A picture-perfect poltergeist
Haunting, taunting,
dragging me along
for the ethereal ride
She has her own life,
however it may be,
the time came and went
But must it stay fresh,
a bleak, dreary blot of darkness
blacking out my peace of mind?
I loved her
(she loved me not)
Nothing was ever meant to be
When, then, will my thoughts
match pace with the world around me?
The plans and plots and schemes
formulated long ago must fade…
…but how much of my life
must I suffer through yet?
(originally written 7/29/2004)
