The Ghost at San Agustin Church

For I remember walking through the cold, familiar halls, I was with someone who wasnt there.

As we stepped and blened through the shadows, our last setting sun we shared.

I turned to the bench that waited for two, but today, there was just one to take the offer.

The saints whisphered "where is she, where is she?" , I replied, here, inside me.

Hard to see, but she was there that day... I wish, I wish she'd go away.