The Ghostly Woman

I make it a point to daydream in class
Of a red-headed woman with unspoken sass
The world of my dream is quiet, but there
Only in my head does it get anywhere

We live in a house big enough for four
Our best friends on the other side of the kitchen floor
Upstairs we sleep with our dog and our loft
The lawyer and actress, on a big bed that’s soft

We host all our parties, we open our doors
To the crowds of celebrities my imagination adores
While it rains outside we play charades and catchphrase
Seeing which one of us is the icon of our days

In my mind I see the two of us dance
I’m psychologically crowded with hardly a chance
Because in real life she doesn’t exist
Or maybe she was a fly on the wall that I missed

In these changing times I hardly think of her now
The woman with the skin like a ghost, has been made ghostly somehow
Still I’ll remember the times that we shared
In the back of my psych class, when nobody cared