Why do I still dream about you?
The memories are so far away
but they still possess me.

I wish I could just let go
and forget.
I almost wish the end was bitter,
so I had a reason to resent you.

I still love you.
It's an old and forgotten love,
but it's there.

It's in every green forerunner,
every time I hear that song,
when I see the ocean,
when I dream.

Constant reminders that won't let me forget.
They won't let you fade.



My love for you is like a soul,
stuck in the in-between.
I want my love for you to die,
find it's peace,

but it won't.

It needs a home,
another place to reside.
It's still there,
floating,
waiting,
for a vessel.

I don't feel like it's apart of me,
it's a separate entity,
but it enters my body
unceasingly,
without warning.

When it leaves,
it leaves behind a searing emptiness
and longing,
my eyelashes wet.

It hovers above my head
before it goes back to it's hiding place.
In the waves,
in a song,
in my closet.

It will soon creep out
and flood my dreams again.

I fear I will forever be haunted by our love.