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.