Ghost of You

You left. You left me alone. You abandoned me. I'll wait for you, until the end of my life if I have to, to come back. Everywhere I'll go I'll save this empty place next to me, telling myself you'll join me in a minute.

I have been searching for traces of what we were, of what we lived. Now, all that I have left of you is a ghost. It's all that I have left of you to hold. I wake in the night to find there's nobody anymore for me. There's nothing left of what we were at all.

So here I am, pacing around this town again, searching for traces of what we were with only souvenirs on which I can only hold onto, hoping you'll come back one day.

I can see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe, I shiver and I wonder if you'll come to make me warmer. I want to feel you next to me. I want to wake up in the morning knowing I'll see you today. But all that I have left is a ghost of you.

Maybe you're telling yourself that I deserve better than you. Probably. But it's you that I love. Yes, I love you. I didn't want to admit it to myself but now that you're gone, I just can admit it, tell everybody. I would scream it on the roofs to make you come back if I had to.

It hurts. It hurts to not see you, touch you, feel you. A ghost, it's untouchable, invisible and has no smell. And it's all you are for me. A ghost.