do i haunt you like you haunt me?
do you see me in your dreams, staring coldly at you through that screen door?
or do i plead for you to stay, follow you to your car as you try to escape, with tears streaming down my face & lonely whispers?
is it a devilish simper & a gleam in my blue-green eyes that makes you change your mind?
i could try a light-hearted laugh to call you back to me. that was all you really wanted in the first place, right?
i’d play along with your fantasies of the bachelor life, like maybe one day i could hope that you’d be anxious to call me your wife instead of your friend. but in reality, i was a simple pastime for you — will you finally admit it?
did you cry for me like i tried to cry for you? to be quite honest with you, every piece of me was broken the day you left, even my tear ducts refused to work.
i don’t see you through the screen door anymore. how come your ghost is able to haunt me all over the world? you follow me, reminding me that all of my big plans & adventures were because you let me have them. isn’t that what you wanted when you let me go?
didn’t you want more than just your freedom? didn’t you want to keep me, a secret stashed away for a day when the sun didn’t shine bright enough for you? do you even think of me these days?
it’s okay though, as i now only occasionally think about you flying high above the clouds. i’ve got two feet firmly pressed into the hard-worked soil of the earth & a lot more to give than the love of a flighty bird. one thing i know for sure is that i don’t think i could hurt you like you hurt me. & that’s enough for me.