"What is it about him?" I was asked today
Are my peasant words worthy of describing you
How the mere mention of your name tears me asunder
How I can still hear you breathing in my ears
And feel your lips on mine
You haunt me at night in my solitude and taunt my thoughts when morning lights
My phantom, it is in your absence that I feel your presence
My ghost, in the company of the living, you've rendered me dead
If you can't take me with you, then don't leave my mind
Ever
Please.
=TheUnintended=
26 February 2016
