A ghost transfixed
on a dusty shelf.
Radiating nostalgia
while maintaining stealth.

Echoes of thoughts reverberate 
through the halls of memory.
As I see an incarnation of you
smiling gently.

A path overgrown
but not from neglect.
This is the path
upon which I reflect.

The path is you,
the path is me.
A path so long
but vanished quickly.

I cannot define myself
without thoughts of you.
A consequence which
I never possibly knew.

"I will never forget",
is the promise that I make.
Time and beyond,
a promise I will not break

The last inspired laugh,
the last desperate scream.
The last horrible nightmare,
the last beautiful dream.

The last pointless
grief streaked death.
The last birth,
the last breath.

To places which none
will ever know to pursue.
There will still be my thoughts
of you.

Ghost (Barebones version)

I'm just a cybernetic WarGerbil, writing songs about the human experience. BTW, think you could get me some fresh cedar chips? nbd if not. 

Ghost (Barebones version)

Bionicgerbil