But the truth is, you were never there. You won’t ever be. Sometimes I think I’m not either so what do I do When every day still seems to start and end with you? And you won’t ever know, you won’t ever see, How much your ghost since then has been defining me.
Don’t Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas) - Regina Spektor
Down in Paris they walk fast That is, unless they’re walking slow And in cafes they look away That is, unless they look right in And in the gardens I get lost That is, unless I’m getting found And if you are the ghost of New York city Won’t you stick around?
“You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It’s shared, so share it more often than not.”—Jeff Stuckel