A Ghost in the Mirror

We called each other friends, then, more. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss your voice, but that’s all it ever was, nothing more, nothing less.

Who was I to you?

I felt like a ghost to you.

Beneath gray skies, and tattered sails,

Through thrashing sea and darkest nights.

Bare white knuckles, and groaning wood,

He remained steadfast in the churning maelstrom.

I shipped off to war just to forget your face, those blue eyes and pale skin.

I loved you in the darkest night and brightest dawn. I loved you.

I loved you in the deepest trench, and driest heat. I loved you.

I loved you then, even when you didn’t love yourself.

I love you now, even as I struggle to forget you.

I walked away to forget you, only to find your face haunting my sweetest of dreams.

I felt like a ghost to you.

I am a jealous man, I’m jealous of the love the sun gives to the sunflower on the warmest summer day.

I’m jealous of the warmth the fire gives on the coldest winter night. I’m jealous

I wanted to forget, only to remember.

I loved you, but did you love me? Even as I sink beneath the sea.

I felt like a ghost to you.

“Ghost in the Mirror by Jeremiah Mccarthy”