he haunts me to this very day
as has always been his cruel way—
joy and laughter, tears and sorrow,
hopes of him and i for tomorrow.
memories of him near drive me mad,
and yet, for this torture i am quite glad,
for even in thoughts and dreams,
i long to see and fix the broken seams.
i wish he’d stop, i wish he’d not,
i wish he doesn’t forget what can be forgot.
he haunts me to this very day,
come, i say, come my way!
don’t leave, never do—
and i shan’t stop loving you.