The Ghost Of My Past

Sitting Alone,
Waiting for you,
Wondering when you'll be back.

I can see your blond hair,
And hazel eyes.
I'm missing you more and more.

As I get up,
The telephone rings,
But I sit and stare at the door.

I flash a smile,
When I see your face,
And then I burst into tears.

I come running to you,
And tell you "don't go",
As you start to fade away.

And I say real slow,
"I Love You So",
"And I hope to be with you someday".