It's been three weeks,
and still you do not leave,
Is there trouble within your heart,
Or is there a message I must perceive?

Perhaps my mind isn't done with you,
But my conscience left you behind...
And I've been pondering deeply
About thoughts of every kind.

What is that you want with me?
Why do you appear each night?
Are you troubled or sad?
If so, why do your eyes glimmer so bright?

You smile your mischievous smile,
And at times you're very rash,
I don't know what to make of it,
And I know I'll be a abashed.

I think seeing you should do it,
It can put the questions away,
I can make my peace with you,
And sleep soundly one day.