Tuesday, January 6

a night of afterlife

Starring into your window,
Who's that girl crying?
Her face is too sad to know.
Is this because of my dying?
I pass through your walls.
But you pay not mind to me.
On deaf ears my voice falls,
And I know you cannot see.

I could haunt this room forever. . .

I reach to touch you,
But I know it's not right.
I'm a ghost - I know it's true -
But I need you so badly tonight.

I stand there helpless
As your sobbing continues.
"I'm sorry I did this,"
I gently whisper to you.
"I'm standing right here.
God, why won't you look at me?"
I'm screaming as I more near,
But I know you cannot see.

I could haunt this room forever. . .

The lights begin to flicker one by one.
Then moonlight is all that shines on.
You look up at me, your crying is done.
"Sweetheart, I thought that you were gone."

You wrap your arms around me.
"How is this possible?" you ask.
"It's not. You're not supposed to see."
Then the truth sets in as you gasp:
A ghost is in your arms tonight.
"Dance with me for one last time."
And you clasp my hand tight.

"I could haunt this room forever,"
I softly sing as we dance together.

Spinning around above your floor.
We're floating and laughing and kissing.
You're not saying anything anymore,
But I want you to know I'm listening.

Float back down to say goodbye.
"I wish love could make us both alive."
"I'll never forget you, I'll never forgive you."
"Just know I never meant to hurt you."

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