Now I dream about you.
Pleasant dreams,
such as you cooking supper;
you singing as you clean;
your laugh.
But I wake up to these memories re-lived,
and I want to scream in terror...
I am haunted by your handsome face.
Awake, asleep, it is now all the same.
I can't stop from crying - concious or not.
You've left a hole in me that I fill with sadness.
I won't move on until you force me to.
I wish at least you'd appear as evil,
but you're simply a beautiful soul,
one I will miss and I will be haunted by my loss.