A tickle

A kiss

From a ghost

The past whistles

And we wonder

What could have been

If only

If only

We had knew

Then

What we know

Now

If only we knew

The words

Weren’t in remembrance

Of what we lost

But a warning

Of what we’d lose

If we didn’t

Remember

A tickle

A kiss

From a ghost

A gentle breeze

We barely notice

As it passes

And we wonder

Only for a moment