the ghost of me walks alone <br />looking neither right or left <br />up or down. <br /> <br />sorrow walks beside this ghost <br />of i. <br /> <br />for what could have been <br />for what id hoped to be <br />to love, a love like thee. <br /> <br />my thoughts thought of love <br />my heart beat of it <br />but you didn, t feel it <br /> <br />you left me heartbroken <br />as you left me broken <br />now this ghost of me <br />walks the sorrow corridors <br />of my mind. <br /> <br />weeping at the good times <br />thinking of what should <br />have been.<br /><br />graham russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-ghost/
