You are a ghost.
A winter rose that would be cold in the weather outside.
The wind it blows dead leaves and snow,
And your hair that's grown since when we said goodbye.
You sit across the pond and entertain me.
Of course you don't exist, but who could blame me?
I see you in places so familiar,
But that doesn't matter much until you're here with me.
You are a daydream under my fingers bare.
A melody played long ago still lingers there.
And when my hands go numb I find my way to bed,
Where the sheets will often try to feign your silhouette.
The way you wear your hair is always changing.
Of course you don't exist, but who could blame me?
I see you in places so familiar,
But that doesn't matter much until you're here with me.
I ponder your image like the warmth of the summer,
Both of which are now ablaze in ice.
Like the sun can be lost in a dry glaze of frost
On glass panes of windows in morning.
Just a kiss, a stare, that's all I'm craving.
Of course you don't exist, but who could blame me?
I see you in places so familiar,
But that doesn't matter much until you're here with me.
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