Same old story. Boy ghost meets girl ghost. Boy ghost loves girl ghost. Boy ghost loses girl ghost.
Ghost of a Chance
Copyright 2011
The Little Miracles of Misanthropy
In the tombs where the dark water drips
Underneath the broken remnants
of great old draftsmanship
I sit and wait for you
Hopeful for some notice
Pretty sure I’m just wasting my time
You’d been 60 years removed from the light
By the time my bones were first placed
Underneath these stone spires
Each one spent patiently
Holding to a promise
Made for eternity in your life
Then you float on in
Just to float on back out again
Leaving any thought of romance
Cold and still, without a ghost of a chance
In the quiet of this long season’s wait
After ancestors and young ones
Have all moved on to fade
You lingered here, and I did too
You waiting for that someone
And me waiting for you, and now it’s late
But you float on still
Hopeful for your love
But your hope’s never fulfilled
Leaving us in poor elegance
Cold and still, without a ghost of a chance