Ghosts

The ghosts of stories past are known
As Lavender, Purple and Spring
We hear of them and meet eyes
And shudder
And believe

I see you then as I always have
And wish that you saw me
As more than a ghost
As more than I may be

Who are the ghosts of us
And who will we be
Will men tell tales of the tragedy
That we failed to come clean

I won't have been a comedian
And you wouldn't have laughed at me
But we'll both have been actors
On a stage only I could see

I love you now as I always have
And wish that you loved me
For what I may become
For what I may already be

Who are the ghosts of us
And who will we be
Will men tell tales of the tragedy
That we failed to come clean