Flickering lights

connection between the living and the departed

Could this be my imagination?

Flickering lights seem to say otherwise

Is this how I will always remember you?

You should have been treated better

 I don’t blame you though, get me right

You seemed to prefer the bad ones

Claimed I was nice, so friend I would be

It hurts, better I would have treated you

All I see are these lights, tormenting me

They seem to understand me better

Is that you? You get me don’t you?

The flickering lights seem to

You crossed over just for me?

Please  make me grasp, what my departed says

They take shape, my wounded heart shutters.

The shapes solidify into a simply sentence,

You are the best I never had.

 

The End

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