It's a long drive

between now and then

(Nearly 19,000 miles according to my spedometer)

And as I revisit every moment

every mile

That happened in between

It's apparent to me

That the only ghost

Haunting these places

Is me



We both know

That if you never think of me agian

That will be just fine with you

And if I were to forget you entirely

You would survive the pain



As for me

We met among autumn leaves

Making golden, brown, and orange descents

To the damp ground

And now there can't even be

The Scent of cold in the air

Or I'm bound to think of you

And I can't imagine existing without you

Any other way

Than with and ocean of memories

Forever at high tide

As I pay with all my tears

Just to sit on the shore

With the waves lapping at my feet

And watch them rise some more

Until they swallow the sun

And I am alone in the dark

And the only part of you left to haunt

Is me

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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