I am tormented by day
by remembering that night.
Possessed by the demon called Memory.
How uncanny to be haunted
by someone who is not dead.
Though, in my darkest hours,
I’ve wished him to be.
Realizations have forced me to see
his death would bring no solace.
No- as he still stalks the streets alive,
dead, he’d continue to linger in my mind
For he has made himself
dwelling in two lives at once.
He goes about his normal life
while simultaneously living
in my nightmares.
And in the midst of the night
I suddenly wake
To feel his phantom hands
Groping the body I once called my own
But will eternally have to share