i am bending time,
twisting fate and reason,
holding out for something
to believe in
but this winter solitude
only knows you —
all cold logic and bitter truth
that leaves me shivering,
far from the arms of apricity
i trade broken pieces of farewells
for a chance at new beginnings
i run faster than my heart can beat,
but time always catches me
and it never matters
the road i walk,
the cities where i escape
i can wander with a weary heart
i can pretend in a new place
but still,
i come home
(i guess i’m not ready
to say goodbye to your ghost)
-ashley jane