Ghosts

Our love is gone.
Our hearts are bruised.
And letting go's the only choice to choose.
Though I still see
You in the fading light,
Hear your name when the rain falls,
Feel you in the deepest dark.
I can't keep holding
On to the ghost of you.
If you let go, darling,
Then I'll let go, too.
Oh, the current's strong,
And the wind is, too.
And letting go's the only thing to do.
We'll always live in photographs,