I think it's ironic
But probably fitting
That our best time together
Our little secret date to the zoo
Introduced me to the planet of mists
And the phantoms that lurked
On that alien world.
You smiled at me
So beautifully as I was so intensely
Interested in this tale
Of a world of mystery and magic
That sadly in a universe of
Non-believers
Has it's mystical truth
Evolve to a hallowed
And sad truth
That ghost stories
Are simply ghost stories.
And the sadder truth
The truth that you and his face
Say to me as I gaze in the cold
At an iPhone screen....
Is I am to you a ghost story
A haunting chill that sometimes
Flutters in your chest
and his touch makes you safe.
I don't like feeling like a Spector
But I think to a lot
I am this ghost
Simply a black and white photo
Dulled to a faded grey
Because of a dusty attic.
Because that story told me
That when you are a phantom
That haunts but inspires.
But as I think about the drive back
From the zoo
And the love that was blurring
I realize that the feeling we felt
Didn't truly exists.
And it like the alien phantoms
Ended up debunked
And forgotten
To all but the ones that remember
That wants to believe
In the impossible.
Maybe some day
My story will be told
As if I was alive
But till I can figure out a way to tell it
I will live in this windowed limbo
And watch you and him
Simply forget
The phantom that you onced believed
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