Today I heard the song that played
The night I
met my future wife
But now that
she is dead and gone
That song
cuts me like a knife
Of course
painful memories hurt us all
But
sometimes good ones hurt the most
There must
be someplace I could go
Where I’m not
haunted by her ghost
It’s not
just her memories that haunt me
But those of
other friends I’ve lost
So many glorious
days I’ve had
But why must
now I pay the cost?
I feel good
memories should be cherished
Instead of
avoided like the plague
But nostalgia
can feel like an evil curse
So for simple
peace of mind I beg
Perhaps I’m
simply oversensitive
To
everything that time will take
And memories
are just reminders
That I own
nothing that can’t break
But I must
find a way to stop my ghosts
From letting
me move on
Life’s too
short to get depressed
Every time I
hear a song
So I
listened to that song again
But this
time I let the ghosts appear
Instead of
fighting back the image
Out of
anger, hurt, and fear
I saw the
ghosts of who we were back then
One of her
and one of me
But instead
of cursing them for their return
I wished
them well and set them free
Although I
knew their paths would soon diverge
I had to
believe they would cross once more
In another
life and another place
Wonderful
reunions are in store
Perhaps ghosts
just seek acknowledgement
We all have
pasts we cannot save
But although
paths diverge and people die
Our souls
exist beyond grave
