Steel Strings

Perfect memories
of everything we once lived;
bubbles painted red
by the harshest of whispers.

so funny
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.