i return to our old places the cafes where we used to sit when the world once disappeared in your eyes the waiter in his too-big shirt is gone now the coffee is weaker now - i wouldn't know. i don't drink it anymore.
the pain lingers long after the memory has faded the ghost that whispers in my mind i've forgotten your face forgotten your touch forgotten your voice but the haunting pain remains.
these whispers of memory like a friend, a lover fill the place where you used to be they keep me alive.
the past, shrouded in rose and mist, where everything, including the pain, is dead: this is where i run to where i hide and this is where i come to meet you long after you are gone
