days drift by in an echoed whisper
of aged memories, the edges blurred
each one a candle, that began to flicker
disappeared...and never occurred
grasping desperately to faces
that grow soft and begin to fade
broken paths in unknown places
that for the world, i would not trade
slipping through my broken hands
every breath, seems like my last
Striving so hard to understand
the haunted corners of my past
One ghost, one thought
the only one iv truly got
vivid and clear
the days reversed
and your still here
and in this moment
...I'm content to simply hold you
The soft howl of a harvest wind
reaping at my ...always open door
invite it to.. come on in
no strength to fight it, anymore
and in my hands a weeping face
the sad child that wept alone
to recall what time misplaced
the face i hold, it is my own
and in this chair, where i now sit
you sat once and read my words
i promise now, i wont forget
even though the edges blur
because you are
the one ghost, the one thought,
the only one, iv truly got
vivid now and oh so clear
the days reversed and
your right here
so in this moment
...I'm content.
just to have known you.
R.I.P
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