Ghost

It's not the keys I lose,

But the things that used to make me whole.

A name, a face, a touch,

Slipping through like sand in an open bowl.

I stare at the mirror, but the eyes don't look the same,

Fingers tracing echoes of a life I can not recall.

And I wonder where I have gone,

As the lines start to blur, and the moments fade.

I fear the day when I'm just a ghost,

When the pieces of me are the things I miss the most.

The fading lines, the cracks, the holes,

Will I remember a place I once called home?

The years move like shadows,

Chasing me faster than I can run.

The pages turn with no name left to read,

And my memories come undone.

You don’t realize it’s happening until it’s too late,

Like a thief in the night, its already taken its stake.

The hardest part isn’t the gray in my hair,

It’s watching the thoughts disappear in the air.

I fear the day when I'm just a ghost,

When the pieces of me are the things I miss the most.

The fading lines, the cracks, the holes,

Will I remember a place I once called home?

And I will hold onto fragments,

Shards of what I used to be,

Hoping something’s left for me to see.

But what if the memories still break like glass in my hands,

And the pieces fall like sand.

I fear the day when I’m just a ghost,

When the pieces of me are the things I miss the most.

The fading lines, the cracks, the holes,

Will I remember a place I once called home?

So I’m holding on tight to whatever’s left,

Before it all fades away...