GhostCounterpartsThe Difference Between Hell and Home Born of two; raised by four.I guess I took it all for granted, and only three remain.Even though you’re wounded, I know that you’re still here.I don’t blame you, you just can’t face the change.We spend our golden years as living ghosts.Caught in a constant state of purgatory.We are only burdened by our memories until the day they cease to exist, and we follow shortly after.Although I wonder if at any time, our minds fell upon the same plane.I know they did, I just wish I had a chance to go back and appreciate it.But we’ll always have the winter, and the snow that got trapped behind the glass.You may be only a shell of the man that you used to be, but I love you just the same, and I will until the day you’re gone.I just never know if I’m communicating with you or the disease.And even though I curse the idea of an afterlife, I still hope you’re taken care of.You deserve to be at peace.Please don’t forget my face.I won’t forget to remember you.