Why do I feel like a ghost?
Missing the tropical rain
Pelting down on flat lands and green grasses
The smell of endings and new beginnings
Reflecting on a life not quite lived
I can never go back. Never return.
Always tears.
Why do I feel like a ghost?
Tracing my footsteps back to somewhere I called home
I only feel like I’m haunting
On the outside looking in
Never belonging
Only longing
I want to feel beauty and love
Why do I feel like a ghost?
My heart is still beating.
But I’m craving words spoken to my lips
Of things taken for granted.
Words always mean more when they are whispered.
Why do we always wait
Until it is too late?
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