Ghosts of the past

The heart betrays and imaginations run wild,

Our fingers intertwine, but ghost hands collide,

Haunting me is the shadow of your past,

She was there first, are you sure I am your last?

The way that you smiled, looking into her eyes,

The way she held you until your tears dried,

They are locked memories to which I have no key,

The imaginations are worse, wish I could just see

Is she still a whisper when the night gets too still?

Is she still in your heart, a tiny place I can never fill?

The thought of her there, where I now belong,

Wish I was there first, and she had never come along