You haunt my reality,

tormenting me,

reminding me of what once was,

and what cannot be.

I cannot shake you,

the virus has taken hold,

an emotional parasite,

that feasts on my tortured soul.

I look through rose tinted glasses,

you’d smile I’m sure,

the fog lifts,

and like an addict I hunger for more.

I’m drowning in your sea of memory,

cold, and wet,

the waves are violently sharp,

yet I cannot forget.

I float here,

hoping to drown,

your emotions buoyed,

but heavy is my crown.