Sometimes
I remember you,
sometimes
you’re a second thought,
sometimes
I wish you weren’t just in my head.

Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t
haunt me in my dreams,
flaunting everything,
everything I had,
all I could have had,
leave my dreams
please.

A memory
is far from enough,
a flashback
is less of a pleasure and more a curse,
a photograph
trigers too many tears.

My memory of you
so beautiful…
I cannot help but
feel angry for your departure
and at the ugly way you were taken,
left so beautiful but ever so
soulless, cold and empty.

More than once
I’ve cried for you,
more than once
I’ve begged for your return,
more than once
I’ve been angry,
forgive me.

Oh, won’t you come home…
warm arms await you,
laughter and love will embrace you
and our eyes will relish
in your beauty, your grace,
your everlasting elegance.

Oh, won’t you come home?