The Ghost Of You
I forgot my last lover.
I kissed you, but I don't know why
And felt our friendship was a lie.
I gave you cash, had none to give.
You starved the life I had to live.
Because you drained my pockets dry,
I knew I had to say good-bye.
I had to leave our past behind.
Someone better I knew I'd find.
Then you tried to come back to me.
My inner light you did not see.
I locked the door and slammed the gate
And left your shadow to its fate.
The ghost of you I could forget.
I moved on 'cause my mind was set.
I had to get rid of my pain.
Your face I'd never see again.
About the Creator
Darla M Seely
I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,
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