That Town is Full of Ghosts

Along streets and roads that I once knew

I'm haunted by the feeling of you.

A shadow of yore that lingers

It reaches; grabs at my fingers.

You're not there of course, you're long gone

Makes me wonder why I hold on

Not to the feeling, not to "us", no

But to your ghost, why don't I let go?

So reluctantly, I leave, wandering away

But yours isn't the only shade I'll see today.

With hands in my pockets, and head down

I don't submit to the ghosts in town.