Now that you haunt me in my sleep
with the ending just a breath away
as embers of lust turn to frost
leaving only your boney fingers
I would have told you I love you
if we hadn't been saying goodbye
as your memories fade to cold
with too many fish to fry
And even though you are gone
there's a ghost lurking in my mind
making sense of a heart gone wrong
as I take a fading last gasp
But you were to wonderful to touch
as your lips turned to pale
and I at sea in my mind adrift
leaving only your boney fingers
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