Published: March 29, 2013
Updated: April 1, 2013 PrintEmail
When our goodbyes were done, and you walked out of my life “Forever!” – so you said, I promised myself that I would forget you. And I did – for a while. But then you started coming back, just gradually at first: your old blue shirt, our favourite song, a book we’d both read. And then, suddenly, you were everywhere. All day long and half the night; in my thoughts and in my dreams. Dreaming? I wake in the darkness, and reach for you - to find the loneliness of empty space, and cry myself to sleep again. It’s killing me. So, please, wherever you are, leave me alone - or come back to me. Please. I love you.