i think if I write about you

its like you never left.

i'm scared to death to find another

i'm lovesick and inept.

i think if i sing about you

it's like you're there to hear

muted melodies that soften the blues.

Do you hear me loud and clear?

i think if i think about you

i'll feel less confused

and more like a thoughtful woman

instead of the girl you used.

i think if i forget you

your memory on my shelf

ill ache and wine at the hole you've made

and end up hating myself.

i think if i dream about you

i'll fall far from your phantom hand

you were once the ghost that held me

but you were gone faster than i planned.

i think if i do all these things

i write, sing and dream,

i think,

forget,

the idea of you won't hurt like it did

but i don't think i'm ready for that, yet.