Ghosts

Listening to the music
I always listen to when the weather turns cold
I feel heavy in my chest
And I can't place it

And you all circle around me like ghosts
In my head
Some friendly
Some hunting

You, the newest of my disappointments
I can't seem to recall your face
As I well I could the week after we met
I remember I liked it

I saw you and I felt like I had known you more
Like I'd known you before
And after I could almost make you out
Through the screen
As if you werе real