Loves Distant Vine
By Jason Guyan
When the ghosts of the past coming calling once more, and the shadows of loves never realized but always remembered dance on the floor.
Somewhere in the darkness i find peace, all while looking in from a window on a distant street.
How I wonder what would have been, had we said hello one more time again.
But you went your way and I went mine, happy as we may be now, we still remain ghosts on a growing vine.
A simple branch to a distant time, all so that now and again we can cross each other’s mind.