I still walk down the same road
the same one you and I used to go to,
the one where you gave me your sweater,
where we would hold hands,
and watch the snow fall in December.
I still remember when you looked at me,
and your eyes were looking for her
as I disappeared into the snow,
while you silently wished she were me instead.
Now I can't blame you,
she's so pretty
and an angel,
I would do the same too
if I were you.
When we hang out
I see your eyes watching her as she glides so effortlessly,
and here I am a ghost of someone
who wants your attention,
but all of this wishing won't get me anywhere,
and while I'll admire her from afar,
wanting to be her,
I'll have to sit silently,
cause my soul is not yours,
not even hers.
No matter how much I dream of you,
I'll have to move from you,
leave you be,
and be a ghost in this December weather
letting my soul heal on its own,
let my sore eyes become clear once again,
and learn to embrace the cold weather
like I did before,
and remember the comfort of your sweater,
and know that I won't be a ghost for long,
cause around the corner awaits true love,
one you couldn't give me,
only to her.
While I still walk down our old road,
I don't forget to thank you,
cause without you I wouldn't know exactly what my soul needed,
I never knew that my soul needed a type of closure
that was rarely granted,
and while I patiently wait for divine timing,
I'll continue walking the world as a ghost of someone
who is healing,
of someone who is shining brighter
with the winter moon,
and ready to move on too.