I See You

You are still
With
Me...

I see you,
Around me...

I see you drive
Past...

I see you walk
Past...

I hear your voice
Around me...

I sometimes
Think I
See you...

In my
Mind,
In my
Heart...

I see you,
I see your eyes,
I hear your voice...

The voice that mocked me...
The voice I cared about...
The guy I would have loved,
Given the chance...

By you.

Kiss Me

I love his
Smile,
That smile
That reaches
His eyes...

I love his
Laugh,
A laugh
That makes
Me smile...

I love his
Personality,
His


I
Look
In his
Eyes...

Those
Blue eyes
That light up
When he
Laughs...

I hear his
Voice,
Talking
To me,
Making me
Talk back...

And i hope..
And I sometimes pray...
And I want...

Him to kiss me.

Midnight

Midnight,
The point
Between
Today
And tomorrow...

Between the present
And the
Future...

A point,
A second
In between...

And it is
There...

In that point
Between what is
And what is to
Come...

That I will
Always
Love
You...

Will Things

how much
will
things
change,
when she's gone?


will you notice that
she
is
gone,
that she is no
longer there?

will you
look for her,
in the places
you usually find her,
and notice she
is not there...

will you find it hard for
her to not
be there?

or will you find
it easy and good
and joyful
that she is gone,
that you don't
have
to deal
or put up with
her anymore?

will
you have that
moment
when you
want her
to be there
and she is not?

or will you simple
be glad she is gone?

will things be different
when she's gone?
or will they be better?
or will they not change at all?

Lamp

I am a light,
somewhere
off the side...

sometimes
they see
me,
sometimes they
don't...

they never
put me in the room,
I always have
to come on my own....

they care,
but not enough to
put me in the room...

yet soon,
I will be gone...

I wont be there,
and I can't help but wonder...

will they even notice?

Ghost

you liked it when
I'm there,
but you
never ask
me to be there...

when I happen
to be there,
then I'm part of
the group,
I'm
one of  you...

when I'm not
there,
then I don't
exist...

I am a ghost,
a ghost that
is brought
back to life
when you
see her
there,
yet you never go looking
for me...

how much
do they care?
is it
truly caring
when
you don't
care enough
to include her?
even when she's not
there?