The ghost of you still haunts me now - guilty because I let it,
I wish sometimes I could have a tangible grasp of you,
You're right there in front of me,
but my hands swipe straight through you
Your made from mist,
Reach out to say something,
And I fall down the rabbit hole into a spell.
Disolving is the corpse of what once was,
Memories taunt my mind - the present trys to ground me,
Yet a thousand emotions rush back like it was just yesterday,
Love possesses us each time,
But reality looms over each night - when alone like a dark cloud.
I've entered the rabbit hole to a new dimension somewhat foreign to me,
Trying not to feel buried in the heaviness of it all,
But we will come to rest peacefully,
Father time will bring the guiding light,
We're all just moving through after all - aren't we?