ghostly memoirs

i hear your footsteps,
i see you glide by
my tears start to fall,
as i reach out to you
my heart pounds and thunders:
what if you shirk me away?

you walk on, as though
you dont see me at all
no flicker in your eye
no smile on your face
just the gentle steps on the pavement
and you continued that way.

i imagine this day,
over and over again
how can i get you to see me?
i am but a ghost of your past
a memory you've long forgotten
a past.. only i remember

a ring, a distant sound
a foreign object in my hands
a single rose, bright red as blood
i look up, curious, confused
and i see it in your eyes: i know
i have yet to lose.