Making Peace With The Ghosts of Our Past

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

The End of You Missing Me

I don't think that anything
Will ever hurt me as bad
As the end of you missing me
It's like I'd never really lost you
Until the moment of realization
That I never cross your mind
Anymore
And I prayed every night for a year
"Please don't let him him forget me"
But you forgot me
And sometimes I feel
If I don't exist in your thoughts
Then I don't exist at all
I used to be
Your first call
And I can't get that back
No I doubt I'll never recover
From falling out of your mind

The Saddest Thing

What would be the saddest thing?
To die without scars?
To miss all the best sunsets
Because all are too busy attending
To unimportant matters?
To never kiss in the snow?
Or dance in rain?
Will I regret the pain?
Or the avoidance of it?
Is the saddest thing to settle
For your heart's second choice
To be your life's companion?
Or to not realize
That one can rarely grow
Without overcoming the fear
Of being alone?
Is the saddest thing to understand
Too late
That it costs something
To be who you are?