She comes tonight again as usual
People claim I'm the one who visits her
Either way
She has come to haunt me again

I know I killed her
But I killed me too - we both died
Can she let me
Make a new one that is similar to her?

I didn't want it to end this way too
I wanted to walk, hand in hand
To the aisle as well
I did not wish to see her die untimely

This ghost,
It's the ghost of my dead dreams
That I could not achieve
Despite my trials and efforts

Why does she haunt me?
She asked me at the end of her speech
So I reached out and held her hand
You are the one who calls on her
You visit her grave
Because you are still so attached to her

Your past does not need you
But your future needs your attention
The choice is always yours to make...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.