Childish in my wilder days,
I had wished for this ghost girl,
Who walked down my school hall,
Haunting my every day since.
The ghost that I knew,
Who never answered my thoughts,
I wondered if she was always wishing,
A way to find her a ghost boy.
Never did I know,
In the many years in between,
It was I who haunted her there,
With my boyish arrogance.
She went away without a whisper,
Leaving me looking inside a portal,
Wondering what it would have been like,
Had I been the ghost boy she desired.
Defeated by this beautiful ghost ,
I ran alone the miles and miles ahead,
Counting those memories never made,
Molding myself into the man today.
wilder days
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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