Maybe it is my weird way of hoping.
Like in a way, it would beckon you to where I am.
But instead I am here alone burning wood,
in what used to be our little Spot.
So it seems we have all grown up.
Gotten jobs, found new partners..
Only seeing each other in passing.
Instead of vodka and cranberry juice,
I am eating candy and drinking tea.
If only you could see me now..
It's as though I'm still chasing ghosts,
except I know it this time.
And still, I persue.
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