You Still Haunt Me

 

Something tells me this isn’t going to stop

Marble mausoleum, realizing what I have is not

You in any way here I’ve fabricated in my mind

The idea of us, I need it in stone behind.

 

I saw the faces, smelled the flowers, heard the list.

In fifty years I won’t regret that night we kissed

But you won’t be there with a crane, stoic, afraid.

A million miles away, not a thought of me in grave.

 

I write for you, perhaps the saddest part of all.

When she is frozen, caked up, embedded in the wall.

They say move on through mourning, know she’s now at peace.

I can for her; it’s you who haunts me in my dreams.

 

Gone forever and I’m okay.

Prospect crueler as I read it on your face.

Leave me be to grieve

I understand it means nothing.

But you still haunt me.