To my dearest

[kyrie]

'I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone
I don't answer the door
I'd just soon be alone

I don't keep this place up
I just keep the lights down
I don't live in these rooms
I just rattle around

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
as quietly as a mouse
I haunt these halls

I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

I don't care if it rains
I don't care if it's clear
I don't mind staying late
There's another ghost here

She sits down in your chair
and she shines with your light
and she lays down her head
on your pillow each night

I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
I'm living proof of the damage
heartbreak causes

I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
that once burned out of control
you took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house

..that once burned out of control
you took my body and soul
I'm just a ghost in this house'

Alison Krauss and Union Station
"Ghost in This House"

Terrorism aside, we never know when or where we'll check out, so I'll just say that if she ever logs on to here (not likely) and reads this (less likely) then she'll know who I'm talking to.

Kev G.

[RADIANT]

HI KEV,
I WAS IMPRESSED TO READ THE POEM, 'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE. I AM VEEEEERY INTERESTED TO KNOW WHO YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT! WHAT A PITY I AM NOT THAT ONE, I FIND IT'S VERY ROMANTIC WHEN A GUY WRITES YOU A POEM, EVEN IF IT'S WRITTEN BEFORE.
RADIANT5@MAIL.RU

[RADIANT]

HI KEV,
I WAS IMPRESSED TO READ THE POEM, 'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE. I AM VEEEEERY INTERESTED TO KNOW WHO YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT! WHAT A PITY I AM NOT THAT ONE, I FIND IT'S VERY ROMANTIC WHEN A GUY WRITES YOU A POEM, EVEN IF IT'S WRITTEN BEFORE.
JULIA
RADIANT5@MAIL.RU