The Ghost of a Chance
I'm haunted each night by the ghost of a chance.
Softly she sings of forgotten romance.
And I lie awake just to watch her dance
In the moonlight from the window.
Appearing before me, impossibly fair.
An echo of memory, lighter than air.
And I cannot touch her, but she knows I'm there.
And if she cares, I don't know...
And I wish I could just forget.
But it hasn't happened to me yet.
Now here she comes, before me she stands
The ghost, the ghost of a chance...
I'm haunted each night by the ghost of a chance.
Softly she sings of forgotten romance.
And I long to hold her but I know that I can't...
5/14/2019
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Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2019
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