[ghost]: 200.Poetry.Until she comes

Happiness, ever so elusive
laughing at the pain that I still live
but could it ever change?
Or am I stuck the same?


But then where am I now?
Who have I become these past three months?
Of what use am I?
What have I done to deserve her love?


A little bit closer now
But farther would be easier
Because now she's real again
And my life is what I mean to her


And if she came to me at this very moment
What would she see, and what would she think?
Would I like the reflection of me in her eyes?
Would I still be the man she deserves me to be?


I fear that in this time while she's away
She may grow up, mature with change
And all I've ever really had to give to her
was what little wisdom I could gather
So if she's grown, what good am I to her?
How, then, could I keep her?


But deep inside, I know love is not so fickle
And yet my mind refuses to accept the truth
So who am I? Is this who I've become?
I'm I so very weak I cannot face myself?


But only time can ever answer
the many questions that I still have
so only patience can be my savior
and I must stand alone until she comes....