The Friendly Ghost

Every day in my life has been a gift, waiting to be unwrapped,
An adventure, waiting to be embarked upon,
And a book, waiting to be written,
For everything to be sour all it takes is one second.

I’m fine one second, the very next I’m not,
All it takes is a second, actually scratch that,
All it takes is one split second,
A blink of an eye and it’s not fine anymore.

A blink of an eye for things to go from good to bad,
From bright and sunny to dark and gloomy,
To hearing sweet music to hearing an eerie voice,
Whispering to me, calling me back to what I know.

Calling me back to who I was, to what I was,
A version of what I was when I was with you,
 To how I was when I you were my center,
But now you are just the ghost that haunts me,

The ghost that never fails to visit me,
Reminding me of the good and bad,
Reminding me of the times we had,
Reminding me it was and now it is, no more.

A split second is all it takes to remind me,
Just a blink of eye, that’s all it takes,
A road sign somewhere, a song you loved,
A place we’ve been, somehow they all point back to you.