Cuddling with a Ghost

I've liked a lot of girls, but it's you I've loved the most
I'm watching this movie, as these tears fall, while I cuddle with a ghost

I can hear you, touch you and smell your perfume, yet you are not here
Reality says you're so far away, yet it feels you are so very near

Did I stop showing you how I felt? Did you push me away or did I just get lazy?
All I know is~ now, I'm cuddling with a ghost like Patrick Swayze

On my pillows, in the sink, I still find strands of your hair everywhere
But a piece of you remaining is like fine painting with a tear

During the night, you're cuddling with Casper, you can relate to what I'm saying
You miss me so much, so you find yourself hitting your knees and praying

So, as you lie there, you can physically feel my arm wrapped around you
My love engulfs you, you can literally feel it drown you

Can't you see your love is dead you're holding on to an apparition
Each hug & kiss are pages, each month is a chapter of a book that's fiction

If you want it to be your auto-biography, then you certainly have that right
But don't cry to me about lying in the darkness when it's you that smashed the light!

John Mark Brooks
Sept. 15, 2010