You have no right to haunt me.
Remember: every breath, an agony?
You were the one who begged me for the needle.
You were the one.
Beneath a certain midnight canopy, I catch your scent.
I see your face in velvet umber.
A shadow you are, a vapor, a mist.
I close my eyes to hide your tricks.
You are just enough behind me,
Just enough beyond my hand,
beyond the one who loved you
You have no right to haunt me.
Ever yours...
Dusty |
15, June 1996 |
Gary Cehelsky |