The Ghost I Fell Out Of Love With – Day 173, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

In love with a ghost of a woman I don’t miss.
A silhouette without a face I refuse to recognize.
Why?
Do I do this to myself when I’d rather be by,
Myself.
Floating through a jazzy city where my mind keeps roaming through,
All kinds of tunes,
So that I can finetune,
Thoughts replaying the same old songs I’ve grown tired of.
It’s time…
It’s time to turn the station,
Where I’m not crowded by familiar faces,
From a past I must grow from.
A past following me like a ghost,
That won’t let go,
No matter how hard I try to out run it.
But this,
Scent that I carry?
How could it not?
A scent keeping my senses in a slipknot,
I must untie before I’m choked out and die from it,
While propped on a bed where me and Her once made love…
Maybe,
It’s time.
To change this shirt of mine.
Maybe,
I can finally walk without a ghost behind,
Me!
Resembling what I’ve done with a woman I do all I can to keep from shining in my weary eyes…