You walk past me as if I’m a ghost, unseen, unheard, not existing
and my heart whispers shame and regret
then gently falls into a thousand pieces across the floor
I hurry to pick up the remains of what is left of me
another image of you hiding beneath the ruins of ancient history
pierces unto my soul and like a glass i shatter into a million pieces
I walk towards you with questions bobbling through my head
if I could go inside your mind, would I find a place meant for me there
or just an empty residence that is been filled with the thoughts of her
You walk past me and your heart echoes satisfaction because I stopped smiling
i turn my head as if you were a ghost, unseen, unheard, not existing
and the joy I once wore slowly withers away
The fragile hands of the clock ticks slowly, your presence is now distant from mines
but your voice resonates inside my head
like a ghost unseen but heard and yet existing.
