She was a ghost to him,
Drifting out
And drifing in,
Giving love
Then gone again,
She was a ghost to him.
Drifting out
And drifting in,
To his life
And giving meaning,
Then dissolving it again.
She tormented his heart
She had his soul,
Within himself
He could not resolve,
Wether she was good for him
Of if she did harm.
But although she was a ghost to him,
Without her life was not worth living,
Though she drifted out and in
He would take what she was giving,
Cherishing when she was with him
And then rue the time when she was missing.
She was like a ghost to him,
Drifting out
And drifting in.
fauxcroft 
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