You roam my mind constantly, and freely.
For some reason I let you.
You always were special to me.
I never told you, I thought you knew.
Like how a fish takes to water and the tree roots to the ground.
You knew. Didn't you?
But the kids we were are long dead
and my sentimental soul can't handle your whispers.
And I'd tell you to leave except...
I'm afraid you would.