I hate how
Every now and then
You remind me you're there
without me. Do you know
how hard, how impacting
your metaphorical slap was?
Your hand print still daubed on my skin
the only part of you that remains.
You faded away, in my mind,
for a while. But
every now and then
when that song plays
your image is mangled in the melody
fighting to escape my awfully messed up mind
and your presence in the lyrics
harms the harmonies.
When the morning comes
we go our separate ways
but you're still pacing round my mind
with nothing else to do
no one else to see
I realise I'm just lonely.