Do you remember me?
You rest like lukewarm vapor on my ignorant, beating heart
as if it can only beat for you
And sometimes I smile to my memories,
knowing that one distant day ago
you loved me as well
But to you
I'm only a ghost you see through
my smiles, my jokes, my half-hearted crying
Beaten to death by the chaos of other people,
drizzling onto your saturated skin
like cold, miserable February rain.
Do you still think of me?
It's been four years since you last loved me,
looked at me
and two years since we last met
Yet I still fantasize about the thought of you
I still find myself searching for your name in yearbooks and competition lists
I still finding myself buying 70% dark chocolate for you (your favorite)
by the truckload at the start of my summers
But not to you,
Not for you.
For the memories of a ghost I never want to lose,
never want to stop loving.
