Can you fill the void in my bleeding heart?
Can you fill the hole left by that terrible harpy?
Are you capable?
Sometimes I wonder.

There you sit staring, a thing
of terrible memory.
Silently staring as tears streak down
my bony cheeks.

You are doing it again now.
Do you exist?
A haunting memory perhaps?
A cry from the depths of my empty soul?

That smirk upon the face
f evil says it all really.
You know why you are here.
Keeping me in the dark.

As you always do.
Sitting in that blue jumper
staring with lifeless eyes.
That evil grin.

Can you be exorcised?
Can you be removed?
Are you destined to haunt me forever?
Why me indeed?

I see you now staring.
I see you glancing.
I see you as clear as day.
I know you are here, with me.

My heart bleeds again for you.
The torrent of salt shall flow.
Not my fault really.
Just me.

One day I may join that memory
laugh and cry.
Sit as you sit now.
Simply staring.