i should be ashamed of myself
driving past his house
hoping to see him
though he's hundreds of miles away
maybe i was just looking
for ghosts of him
to feel closer
fulfilling my need
to see what it
could have been
the house i loathed
that was always too dark
could have turned
into a home where
every hidden corner
was filled with strands of sunlight
thoughts that fill my dreams
when the ghosts aren't
keeping me awake
tossing and turning
until the sun starts to
peak through the blinds
i'm sure the only chance i have
at a full nights sleep
are those little blue pills
i refuse to use
or a familiar voice
settling my racing mind
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