I woke up scared because you came to me
in my dream and the last time you did that,
I cannot go through that again.
I have quit everything that reminded me of you,
but I cannot quit my memory and my mind.
There are people you never really get over
and you are mine.
There’s no telling if the wounds are healed,
if emotions can be controlled,
there’s only the question of why are they still there?
How are you still so present?