You're a ghost from my past,
A day dream of yesteryears.
So why are you in my present?
Why are you standing there in your worn out vans and that same half smile?
Am I being haunted?
Do we have unfinished business?
Or is this fate testing me?
Whatever the reason,
I'm not sure I like it.
AN: I will mail 2 dollars to whoever can guess which other poem was written about this person. Except you Hannah. Hannah can't play.
(Also I'm a poor soon to be college student so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't actually want the money 😊.)
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
