Without meaning to I find you in the meaning of the most significant,
Oh ghost of my past and the girl you knew,
I wonder what you would think of me now,
Nomadic, running, running, haunted.

Making up for lost time,
When that time will never be found,
I watch the clock for the magic number,
I keep close to those who will never remind me,
And then I find you,
In their favorite song,
In a look in their eyes,
In a whisper of their most secret memories,
And the pain they carry as well.

I listen now,
It’s what I do best,
I listen, I keep, I hold,
And I do not speak of such things,
To speak would be to admit something that no longer is,
No matter how many years I prayed,
I pondered, I cried, I punished,
I came up empty but for the betterment of myself.

I see the past in the feeling of today,
Always coming back to tell me something that I did not understand,
Until now…
I see the mistakes others make and it hurts,
It hurts in the letting go of something new,
For the knowledge that they must,
Figure out their past before they move forward,
“Do not make my mistakes…”
Do not become a nomadic adventurer,
Do not wander and wander and try to forget,
Instead we must remember,
We must learn,
We must become better…

For today I may hold them close,
But tomorrow their heart may sing a different song,
At least I know today I held them,
I told them my truth,
I took nothing for granted,
And I let them go to find theirs,
And I said “I love you…”
And I knew what it meant,
In this I have learned how to love,
Not selfishly but unselfishly,
And I can let go…
And I have you to thank always…
My ghost…