Haunted By the Ghost of You

The ghost of your arms haunt me while I sleep.
I can feel them snake around my waist,
And then disappear like smoke when I open my eyes.
Where did you go?

Eyes—
Red from a thousand tears.
Ears—
Hear the echoes of your words,
Whispering from the walls.
Lips—
Still tingling from your kiss.

Your ghost haunts the window
that I climbed through late at night.
Your voice lingers
With the voices on the CD you burned for me.
You’re at the park where we first kissed,
And you’re sitting on the bench where you first held my hand.

Wish I could just go back
And make sure I never met you.
Because now with every step I take,
I’m haunted by the ghost of you.