My past lover
My man of crafted memories
The stranger of my dreams
The one who haunts my mind
With every shadow that passes
With every evening that falls
I can't help but think of you

When I see you, in the dark of the night
Your face is obscured, hazed with mist
Your scent, intoxicating, filling the air
When I extend my hand, reaching for you
I find the closer I am, the farther you are
Still, I run, I pursue your figure
To catch a glimpse of you, to hold you in my arms

But just when I catch ahold of you
You disappear, vanish into the break of dawn
And I awaken from my reverie
A fresh wave of tears, spilling from my eyes
My heart, throbbing as if burned
My entire body, quaking as if I had a nightmare
My skin, cold like a brick of ice

Blood, streaming from the wound within my heart
A puddle of crimison liquid around me
My pale fingers, covered with the sticky substance
Each drip lancing through me like a sword
One stab after another, slicing across me
Leaving me limp and weak, devoid of emotion
Yet, only I can see these symptoms, these injuries

My mind swirls with thoughts of you
Questions, inquiries, wonders
None of which have been answered
But I wish for, I desire for, so desperately
I want to cling to your hand, entwining our fingers together
To hear your voice, to speak, answering my question
"When, my love, when will you finally return to me?"

My past lover
My man of crafted memories
The stranger of my dreams
The one who haunts my mind
With every shadow that passes
With every evening that falls
I can't help but think of you