Coincidence & Chance

On this night where the stars are shying away, where the traffic plays its soundtrack of the night on low, I sit here in the dark with thoughts of you playing over and over again in my head. Why have you gone? I feel ashamed, I feel guilt creeping up in my veins for allowing the regrets to form and take shape into ugly creatures that will haunt my dreams tonight. Tonight where the lights have dimmed on the stage we have set, I will remember you, the way you talked to me on the phone for nights on end, the dreams you had that you could never fulfill. I will take them in my arms and live them through for that is the only way I can ever live with my regrets.

“‘ll see you at your funeral, if you’ll see me at mine. I’ll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time). We’ll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night and they’ll never know the bad dreams we fight. We’ll make our own heaven. Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.”