A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf--Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes Watch me and love me yet--Sad home of memories, Her waiting eyes!
Ghost of old love, wronged ghost, Return: though all the
Of all once loved, long lost, Come back again.
Forget not, but forgive! Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live, And lost it, she and I.
