Chickasha's Ghost - #chickasha #ninnekah

Years from Oklahoma’s past, Air brisk in the Mexico scene, Her footsteps on streets unseen. Dance floor lights began to flash, A wild Thursday a Tijuana bash, Merchant dreams, a Legion's plea, At the El Grande Rancho, I faced my grief. Tijuana night where memories clash, A brief escape turned to ash. A thrill that wasn’t worth the price? Forever I ponder lost in this vice. Leaning on the wall, a drink held tight, Watching me stumble as she liked. I ask her name, the die was cast, Staggered out In an alcohol haze, My eyes locked on her gaze. It was her the one I missed, A ghost from the past In a whiskey fueled mist. Sitting with a smile, Friend by her side, Sharing laughter, I start to slide. Can’t find the words, Thoughts run slow, Is it her, the girl I used to know? “Is it you?” my heart longs to say, She acts like I’m just in the way. Fate’s cruel twist Or time’s harsh play? A witness tonight to my dismay? Here I stand a soul adrift, In shadows deep caught in the rift. Tijuana nights where memories clash, A brief escape turned to ash. © ChickAIMusic 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED