Haunted

Haunted by your smell that you leave on my skin,
Haunted by your touch that comes deep from within,
And I haunt you in return,
And my presence won't burn,
In your car when you look and I'm not there,
In the mirror I stand behind you with a cold stare,
In the bed where I hide under the sheets,
In your heart my restless soul weeps,
Haunted by your existence in my life,
Hunted by the life you set aside,
Haunted y your face I see in my dreams,
Haunted of thoughts of what could have been.
-Rona Llanos '01