it barely satisfies
I can still taste you
where have you gone
I walk alone
hands in pockets
watching my breath
ghosts in the night
the world is cold
it steals you from me
it doesn't feel
it just keeps going
poetry by eric snyder
I walk alone
hands in pockets
watching my breath
ghosts in the night
the world is cold
it steals you from me
it doesn't feel
it just keeps going
like a cool breeze
it finds it's way to me
it whispers memories
and my heart breaks again
but if winter came without ghosts
it would be unbearably warm
let's take care of ourselves
and the things we can change
for battles were meant to kill
and worry will only steal hope
I should have been by you
I would stand by your side
proud to be your friend
taking care of your needs
supporting your choice
and celebrating your joy
but I wast choosen that day
I was forced to watch it all
from the other side of action
in my looking glass you look happy
but I wish I was beside you that day