Portrait of a Ghost Lyrics

I was caught in the stream,

Everything sinking around me, but she,

You wouldn't believe

She read me a poem,

An ode to the place where she called home,

There was love in her tone

I said I'd visit sometime,

A promise we knew, was a lie,

Delaying goodbye

Just a couple of days,

A fleeting affair as we went our own ways,

What was her name?

How did she smile?

With her teeth, or her eyes, with a sense of grace?

I can't conjure her face

And is that how she spoke,

Or am I painting a portrait of a ghost?

Trying to keep her afloat