I can feel you near
haunting me
Comparing life
to when you were here,
Memories whisper around
the tomorrows that I fear
What if you've tainted?
Tugged between neither a distant
nor present time...
A recurring painting.
It's a strange feeling
when I'm where
I've wanted to be,
But held back
Just when I'm about to be free.
Where I subconsciously mime,
and constantly reminded
through these habits
left behind
from when you were mine.