of everything we once lived;
bubbles painted red
by the harshest of whispers.
those places where we walked
when you had something to prove.
Oh those old ghosts-
they know how your face could make me stop.
Though time and road have ruined us
and you pretend it was all a dream
when you look this way I
can't help but hope things aren't what they seem
that you still miss it like I thought I miss you.
these words are etched on steel strings.