Maybe it's a certain smell like dirt after a light rain
Or a sound, like the noise made by heels striking a tiled floor
Maybe it's a hairstyle, or a walk, or an shuttered bookstore
Whatever it may be, everyone has one or more
Reminders of a ghost that still lingers in your head
Living rent-free in the back of your mind
Still chiming in with the stray unwelcome comment
From time to time
The ghost of the one that got away
Or the one who could not stay
The one that arrived too soon
Or the one who arrived a little too late
Just when you've finally been able to move on
You catch a glimpse of someone who could pass as her twin
One that you catch glimpses of in places she's never been
The voice you hear in restaurants above the raucous din
Reminders of a ghost that still lingers in your bed
Living rent-free in the back of your mind
Still chiming in with the same unwelcome lament
From time to time
The ghost of the one that got away
Of the one who could not stay
The one that arrived too soon
Or the one who arrived a little too late
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