Ghost Town....

Transparent shadows of the good times,
A cup of coffee and a dozen smoke dimes,
Filled the air of an awkward yet delightful thought,
Of you and me and a world for who, we once fought....

Happened, so as to what, is still a mystery,
A time was there, when we'd finalize the tapestry,
Spoke for hours, dreamt of what it would be,
Together we planned, to plan our togetherness history....

Remember that day my dear, once my love,
We walked by the sea, naked were feet, so calm and dove,
I held your hand and whispered caresses to your ear,
Of grabbing greys together, to loose that moment was my biggest fear....

That moment was lost and so were you, my hanse,
For which I craved once, or to just see you once,
An addiction of sorts, were you so sweetly mine,
My dream was touched, the garden to an abandoned mine....

It's one of those times, when I walk through you,
In these images of our love, to look it feels nice to,
Wandering the empty streets of past, where walked we once,
Now it's just me kicking stones, but still feeling your essence....

Where have you gone, come back and see,
Our world has changed, with no us, but just me,
The tulips have died and thorns have grown,
Standing I'm still, at the alter, wearing the tux I had worn....