Bonnie’s Pond

Six Years and I’m struggling to fill a tin
Why chase ghosts when ghosts are beating down my door?
He might not be you but he reminds me of what you used to be
I don’t want what we had I just want what we felt
I don’t need you for that I just need corage
But then I don’t even need that
All I need is to convince myself that I can do this
and I can, and I can
or at least
I thought I could