but when i am kissed i only see your face
and i don't want to.
I see not the face of my lover, but of a ghost.
One who broke me completely,
but who is now a ghost.
Where are you?
In the cool crisp winds of Michigan?
I miss you and I don't know why.
That final night where you would not look at me hardly.
It rings in my mind and keeps me awake at night.
You are still here.
And I see you everywhere and you just won't leave