“She couldn’t wait another day for the captain of her heart.”
“I’d like to see my life through someone else’s eyes.”
We circle, dancing like two moths around a naked flame.
Images of you flicker through my mind like old photographs in a well loved album.
Sometimes you’re pictured in vivid colours.
Sometimes you fade to black then grey…
There’s no escape from the ghost of you, and the bittersweet memories you left behind.