i see ghosts

and i see you

and i see the ghost of you in my dreams-

but i don’t love you.

i am certain i don’t love you.

so why do i want to run to you

when you call my name?

why am i left to wonder

why you’re enduring like that

for such a long time?

why are you devouring my nights,

waiting so long

for someone that’s not me?

and what’s with all of the falling leaves

if i’m not the one

you’ve been waiting for?

and why do i wish that i was?