Ghosts

You can kill the ghost

of a no good man;

leave remnants to wither

into nothing

but it never

set me free…

no it never…

Let me be.

This town is full of

old goodbyes, abandoned promises

on street corners.

Stood weeping by

main street traffic lights

and you just walked out my door

like it never mattered at all.

It never did matter to you…

no you never…

think of me.

when you’re long gone.

Lonely highway,

vacant words,

empty rooms.

December is as cold

as July’s goodbye.

Just burn

the whole damn thing down.

I am through

letting one more ghost

haunt this town

because never did you think

your leaving would set me free…

no never did you think…

I’d kill the ghost

of a no good man

and now you want back

what we had

but the locks are changed,

the key

in someone else’s hands;

a flawed heart

once in pieces,

scraped up into a box

but it’s perfect in his eyes

and I’m never

going back again,

leaving remnants to wither

into nothing

never did it matter to you

and never did you think

you’d set me free.