I hear the beating of your wings. As if you're playing on my strings. In mysterious ways. You draw me in. To a love. Beyond all understanting. Beyond my reach. So far away. But it seems. Like only yesterday. I'm haunted. Haunted. Is that what you wanted. All that's left. Is the ghost of your smile. It stays awhile. Then fades away. I hear your footsteps on the ground. Tempting me to turn around. It's just the echo. Of a disenchanted lover. Shuffling aimlessly. Homeward bound. To empty rooms. And picture frames. And friends. Who can't recall our names. I'm haunted. Haunted. Is that what you wanted. All that's left. Is the ghost of your smile. It stays a while. And fades away