You always linger. I feel you around.
Even through pain and regret, comforting love sets in — here with me.

I write to myself, with no other way of telling:
I miss you and I hate you at the same time.

…and you’ll still linger.
In random memories and in daydreams of where we could be.

…and you will continue to linger.
In whatever form you turn into, I will take whatever I can take.

To honor
And for our memories' sake.