Nipping at my heels

There’s a ghost

running around

Nipping at my heels

giving me the feels

There’s a space

in the air

Where you should be there

looking at me with a stare

There’s a hole

in my heart

You need to fill

as I sit and wait until

Because it’s not fair

that I have everything to care

For you but you’re not here

no matter how much I want you near

You’re the phantom

of my womb

All I want is to hear cries

light up the skies

The laughter is so silent

no giggles from the floor

I ache to be surrounded

but only silence has sounded

Lying there at night

it’s hard not to

Give in and give up

as he pours me another tea cup

The clock ticks another minute

as the tango dancers stand still

My life is on pause like a remote

as I wait for you to pull at my coat

There are trips down memory lane

as I remember my past

And I feel that the next chapter should start

for finger painting to be my new art

There’s a ghost

running around

Nipping at my heels

giving me the feels

There’s a space

in the air

Where you should be there

looking at me with a stare

There’s a hole

in my heart

You need to fill

as I sit and wait until

Because it’s not fair

that I have everything to care

For you but you’re not here

no matter how much I want you near