The Ghost

When I see you I can’t keep my path,

My thoughts can’t follow a track

Unless it leads to your door,

I still need more and more

I can hardly remember to breath
I can’t even straighten my knees
I’ve never been a praying man

But you left me praying again,
(Amen)

As ships disappear in the rain

You’re out of view,
 & I am too,
If it’s about what the eyes can see

I know you think I’m chasing Spring

And all the things new weather brings

And you’re a current in a sea,

A promise of uncertainty

But!

That isn’t half of the truth,

I don’t know the whole truth,

In my fever I can promise you this:

Every little look ends nothing,

Maybe unspoken names to ears ringing

It hurts when I see you

It hurts when I don’t

How can I hope to give up the ghost?