To wash away all traces of me
But sometimes when she's alone
She goes to my grave and weeps
Her tears drop onto the ground
And seep through the earth to me
Reviving me
When she is gone to her new lover
And the moon is out
I rise from my slumber again
I stalk the streets looking for her
And find eventually
The house
Our house
Key still in a flower pot
The door opens
Into the abode I saunter
It smells of lilies
Of her
The rooms are dark
But I have no trouble seeing
The bedroom is warm
Warmth I haven't felt in so long
She lies sleeping
But beside her is another
Anger grows
Unable to speak
I pick at his mind
She awakes shrieking
For an instant
She recognizes me
But the morning sun in coming
And the birds sing
I flee to the yard again
And I am left but a memory...haunting
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