Ghost Rondeau

I guess this is the new normal,

no contract to make it formal.

The world keeps spinning without me.

In a way, I guess I’m finally free.
No more deadlines in the eternal.

Staring at a brightly lit portal,

I’m not ready to be immortal.

Inhale the blossoms of the lilac tree,

I guess this is the new normal.

With a new life I have no quarrel.

Pretty sure the one I led was moral.

I’m just afraid of being lonely.

I wait for you to make this journey.

Holding hands, we’ll step into that portal.

I guess this is the new normal.