You kissed me like you loved me
Though we barely knew each other
Your wide set crystal eyes
Opened just a crack as you
Told me I was beautiful
In between sips of our stolen beer
You showed me angry letters
And talked of moving back home again
I see you most days
Handing out over priced milkshakes
To tourists and children
But you don’t talk to me anymore
You’re a ghost
Haunting my what ifs
And could have beens
If I had just played it right
I hope you leave soon
So I can slowly forget
And place you in the archive
Next to lost loves and mistakes
I guess that’s why they call you “Casper”
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I like this story. You did a great job on this as I can see the imagery in my head as I read this. Well done.