You...

I walk my lonely world with you in my head, 

Recollections of pleasant days, 

Fortunate to have their memories at least, 

If not the content your company gave me. 

Sometimes you are the painful lump in my throat,
Searching for a quiet corner to unburden, 

Sometimes you are the ghost in front of my eyes, 

I want to see you everywhere. 

Sometimes you are the language in my muted speech, 

Falling on ears that don't exist,
Sometimes you are the fierce need scorching my soul, 

Assuming its own stubborn identity. 

I stumble through my lonely world with you in my head, 

Reminiscing what once seemed like a possibility, 

The memories that soon turned to a curse, 

To haunt me day after day...