I am a ghost story, you are a fairytale.

I can't help

but think of you.

And wonder

if you think of me.

I don't think

you do,

you don't admit to

or show signs

that I am

of interest

anymore.

Not even

a hello,

or how are you

doing?

Not even a

sign of life.

I'm just a

ghost

of your

memory's past,

unless you've

already put

me

to rest.

 

It totally

blows

because in

my head,

you're still

very much

alive.