Not long ago,
I loved a boy that is now gone.

Once,
I had my heart stolen.
Fool to be in love
With the ghosts in my bed.

He is still here,
Beside me in the dark,
Standing,
Just close enough for me
To sense him there.
Waiting,

Everywhere I go
He will follow.
Little by little
He moves closer yet further
From my memories.

Now,
He is no longer here
And I’m free to stand
Alone in my mind
And with my heart open
To the next one.