I wonder if you realize that every time I see a new face I secretly hope to recognize it as you.
Every time I turn a corner,
I hope to turn it and run into you.
I hear a car that's a little too loud,
I'll look out the window and hope to see her.
I just wish there was evidence that you were real.
I cant find you.
The ghost of you slipped through my fingers as soon as I loosened my grip.
I see you everywhere and yet nowhere.
How do you haunt me when there's no ghost to be had?
