Haunted

Haunted

Memories flood in the darkness,
and I must confess.
I toss and turn,
my mind on its endless sojourn.
Fever and sweat,
by these am I beset.
Fear grips my heart,
for in my dream you depart.
I reach out my hand to you,
to hold on to the last residue.
And yet you declare,
do not despair.
I awake with a start,
the pounding of my heart.
Gasping for breath,
visions of the specter of death.
All seems lost…hope, joy, love,
in the blackness thereof.
Again, the dream,
with the same theme.
I see you smile,
and feel my exile.
I smell your perfume,
there in my gloom.
I feel your soft touch,
and long for it as much.
Haunted by a love that grew,
Haunted by the memory of you.