For every past is a memory
Golden moments, learnt lesson
Hint of gladness but clouds of misery
Is it a dream or am I haunted?
Sun sets and sun rises
A new day out and in the night sky
Laying in bed
For every conversation
Every cross junctions and new people
I ask, am I haunted by you?
I could hold an eraser
Past is past, present is now
As I type....and hit delete
It stills linger
To work ahead it still has to be said