Board games, electric blue
memories of coffee, and morning dew
I’ve tried to hide them, but they always shine through
You’re in my closets, under my bed, haunting the world that used to be ours, deep in my head
I keep repeating I put you to sleep so why aren’t you gone?
Somedays, I think the problem is me.
Somedays, I wonder where you are,
Do you remember? Playgrounds and scuffed shoes?
Running in circles, we didn’t have a clue.
Is it really so bad to wonder?
I’ve donated your clothes and written your name till it has lost all meaning.
I wonder if your lingering spirit follows me so close because
I think seeing your poltergeist is better than nothing at all
Is that really so bad?