The following song pretty much captures how I'm feeling today. In a sense, I don't regret the decisions I've made regarding past relationships, as I know I acted according to my heart at the time. What I regret is the possibility that was there but never really worked out. I would never ask anyone I've been involved with back into my life, 'cause hopefully both of us have moved on since then, but still, there was a time when we thought it was wonderful and that there was a future for us together. Oh well, just thinking out loud. Again.

Ghost
Indigo Girls
CD: Rites of Passage

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down.
And I guess that's how you started--like a pinprick to my heart,
and at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown.

And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,
of all my demon spirits I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret, it's whispered in a hush.
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush.
And you kiss me like a lover, and you sting me like a viper,
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper.

And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me.
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly.
And dance the edge of sanity--I've never been this close.
I'm in love with your ghost

Oh, unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
I can't touch you--can you hear it?
A cry to be free, or I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me.

Now I see your face before me; I would launch a thousand ships
to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips.
As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels.

And my bitter pill to swallow is this silence that I keep
that poisons me, I can't swim free, the river is too deep.
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most.
I'm in love with your ghost