In my good memories,
There's entrancing music I never heard
Playing over a soundtrack
Whhile travelling, high
With the first her I ever had,
The first
romance.

Barrelling down the highway,
In the backseat of someone
Else's old car,
Quebec rolling away
Outside the window
Trees and plains
intermixed
with mountains.

So much
potential,
So many great things to do,
The
future
was mine,
Right now,
Back then
though,
All I could think about
Was her.

And she was there,
Real,
Beaming radiant in the sun,
Holding hands
A warmth hotter than the sun,
Comfortable.

But she's gone,
Like they all are,
Sometimes I like
To think
About those few.

Ghosts,
That haunt my days.