The Final Fairwell to My Forgotten Blue/Grey Eyed Girl

She is not the woman I thought she was.
She is not the woman I thought she could be.
She is not the woman I fell in love with.
Now she is just cold and mean.

I made my peace.
I spoke kind words.
I made amends and
Said goodbye in a way which would not hurt.

She shrugged her shoulders.
She did not care.
She is now cold and mean.
There is not a trace of my Emily
Left in those blue/grey eyes
I once did love to stare.

Goodbye my blue/grey eyed girl.
Think what you will.
Everything I have ever done has been for you,
Even now when you do not care,
Even now when I know you never did,
Even now when I know you never will.

The Ghost of A Well Lit Dream

In the night,
I dream of you.
I dream of what we used to be.

In the night,
I think of you.
I think of the woman
I could not see.

In the night,
I love you more.
I love you more
As I once did before.

In the night,
You are a shadowy dream.
A vision of the past.
A ghost built on a well lit dream.

In the night,
You are truly gone.
Gone from me.
Gone from who we used to be.

In the night,
You are my past.
You are my ghost.
You are that vision.
That vision which was never meant to last.

Goodnight sweet ghost.
I bid you good ‘morrow.
The shadows of my past
Only now haunt me in my dreams
In the light,
I will be living for tomorrow.