The world was here first

Counting crows: The Ghost in you

We are taught how to hold on
But never how to let go

I heard the report
That Oil prices were leveling out
And I thought of her
The girl
Who mourned more
At the collapse
of Goldman Sachs
That she ever would
For what was happening
To her brother
Her neighbor
All to escape
The hollow known only
As herself

Yet
The love
Regardless
How broken
Is a hollow renminder
Of the mystery
Of neverland
To this Peter pan

She still comes
Wendy
Unexpected
Unannounced
In a staggered walk
Hulking
Lumbering
Wandering
Wanting
To envelop you
Nothing but a ghost
A ghost
You long to feel
Her touch
While running from her face
For you know the view
Would be crushing
Too much would be destroyed
Too much could never be
Too many worlds
Destroyed
She never really
Felt
The way
That you felt
But you can't be mad
For you know
That you fell for
Nothing more
Than a reflection
Of your deepest desires
That she
Slid
Into
So comfortably
Just like
She
had
To
So
Many
Others

Why did it have to be
So many others

Fair?
The world was here first