Every now and again.

Every once in a while

I walk past you in my mind.

You look handsome in that lighting,

all perfectly blended between guilt and innocence.

You hold the door bell down,

hoping that my mind's door will open.

Of course it will, it always does.

 

Every now and again,

I play your favorite song.

The beats bring back memories

that I have no business holding on to.

You might as well be here,

ghost hands and arms wrapped around me

Reminding me of what I try to forget

That I loved you first.