In the quiet of the night, I feel it,
An old flame burning low but still lit.
Try as I might to fight this feeling,
Here in my heart, the past keeps stealing.
I met you in the brightness of spring,
Your laughter a melody I wanted to sing.
We danced under the open, starry skies,
I saw the future reflected in your eyes.
But somewhere deep inside, I hold on,
To a love that's gone but not quite gone.
I whisper secrets to the silent room,
Where memories linger, refuse to bloom.
You offer me your heart, so willing and pure,
A promise of a love, steady and sure.
Yet here I stand, torn and divided,
By a love that's gone, yet unsubsided.
In your smile, I seek a new day,
In your arms, I try to find my way.
But the ghost of her refuses to leave,
And in its presence, I can't fully grieve.
I'm trying to love you with all that I am,
But I'm haunted by what I can't have.
It's a battle, a relentless fight,
To walk in your light, yet feel the night.
How do I love you, not being whole?
How do I mend this fractured soul?
You deserve more than fragments and pieces-
While the ghost of an old love never ceases.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll find the strength,
To clear the wreckage, to shorten the length
Between my heart and the life I crave.
Till then, I'm a prisoner of the wave.
I dream of a day when I'm finally free,
When my heart is yours completely, just thee.
Until that day, bear with me, please,
As I fight these ghosts, till I find my peace.