Your Ghost
Mark Eitzel
To get this lonely must have taken you years
Smoke and mirrors only pitched for deaf ears
You cry your tears like a boast
But it sounds like the size of a ghost
You still wait for someone to answer your question
That you asked once or twice and then never mentioned
"A life not lived hurts the most" is sewn on the lips of your ghost
There's more to this world than your secret
The wind and the tide roll right over it
You waited so long for an answer to your question
That you asked once or twice and then never mentioned