Who am I now
but a ghost of the past,
as I sit trying to pack up the baggage
like it can just leave.

Who am I now
but a ghost of the future,
as I sit in a trance,
trying to predict how things will end up between
you and me.

Who are we now
but ghosts of the present,
as we sit wasting our while away,
even when we are only ten minutes afar,
trying to ponder how to love,
when all it will take is only an apology or a hug!

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