I can’t define what follows me through the shadows of an eternal dismay, and I never can truly understand why this haunts me in a possessive way.

When I throw stones into the river, the water ripples just like my mind has ripples of your presence.

You are adrift in the wind and I am nothing but a black crow sitting upon a power line in our hometown.

I can remember how you would intently look into my eyes and eradicate my minds clouds, even if it ended up becoming the death of me.

You would take the breath out of me, swiftly and effortlessly… The more that I ponder your existence, the more clearly I can see you in the mirrors.

Our boxes of memories continue to fly out of the grave and wrap around my mind like a badge of humility.

I’d be ****** if I said you didn’t haunt me and my very own existence. I would be ****** if I said I don’t wake up everyday to the sunrise and ask for a chance to fly into the everlasting clouds above.

Heaven is something I wish you would be in, or maybe even hell, but neither are happening because you haunt me in my tangible life.

Why won’t you go away, why can’t I decipher your existence even after you shattered my mirrors and then had the nerve to rebuild them only for your own personal happiness?

My silhouette consists of a shadow with beckoning eyes and whispers that creep into a mans head slowly, yet clearly…

Maybe I’m comatose, perhaps I’m the ghost, somehow I could just be the cloud filled being that follows my mind.