More Than A Ghost

Light shows through the crack

Between the carpet and the door.

It’s the light I read your letters by.

That blissful period

Before your eyes adjust to the darkness

Is the time I think of you most.

I think I’ve run out of tears for you,

‘Cause they’re refusing to drip

Down my cheeks.

They stay behind a closed curtain

So the world can’t see.

But the show must go on eventually.

Wondering what could’ve been

Doesn’t do me any good now.

Your words and tones

Are forever imprinted in my mind.

I remember the threats you made,

But none of that makes a difference anymore.

I thought you were like a phantom,

Going through the motions,

Not feeling a thing.

But now you are a phantom,

And I so miss the days

You were [little] more than a ghost.