ghost of you

holding onto the foggy shapes
twisted images of blurred grins
music muffled, feeling dulled, grey and blue
a groggy dream as the sun breaks through
fighting to hold on as the whispers slip past
clutching each expression, fading too fast
close out the outside, forget the morning dew
hang on to the moment, the final memory of you

the tighter I squeeze, through my fingers winds the night
and thrashing I awake to a bright and shinning day
to find despair, for in that radiant light,
the ghost of you has forever slipped away.