Feeble attempts at lyricism.

Hindsight

June 05, 2019

There was a ghost who lived in this house.
We frequented the same establishments,
we marched to the same beat.

Hours passed at the blink of an eye.
Sands shaped by the times we spent together.

We were pulled apart by the current.
Waves crashed with nobody around to hear them.

Dwelling on opportunities unfulfilled, chances not taken.
Haunted by the past,
heroes in hindsight.