ghosts.....

ghosts....
by the side of the road
we used to walk on
the one i was on when i learned
that you weren't coming back
not certain it was you
hard to tell in the fog
that covers my mind
can't be sure of much of anything
except that
i'm no longer
sure of anything
could've been you
perhaps it was just
your ghost
maybe a ghost
who looks like you did
15 years ago

