Scratched against the back of my eyelids,
Every night when I close my eyes.
I can avoid it
when
I'm
awake.

But he's there
Smiling
In his soccer jacket
With his name on the back
When I try to dream.

I like to think that
He's up
With the angels.

But I know that he's just hiding,
Tattooed forever
Behind my eyes.