Five long months have passed
Since the day our paths parted:
Each moment stretches on without you,
A bleak wasteland I cannot seem to fill.
I've been to the placed we both loved,
Haunted your new home ceaselessly
(Do you even remember me?)
And wish .... oh, so many things my love!

I wish I'd said I loved you more often
Or that we hadn't fought as much ...
But I can hear you laughing as you ask:
"How could we have been us then?"
And I laugh to think of it, but it becomes half a sob
When I recall that you laugh
No more.

But I cannot forgive, will not forget;
So I walk the roads we used to
And find myself looking for you daily,
Hoping you'd never gone away.
I come to your home again and again:
Do you even see me? Do you care that I'm here?

I replace the wilted flowers
As I did those beside the cold, white bed
And wonder, as I touch the muddy dirt:
How can the dead feel
When they are haunted by the living?

- Josh MacLeod 2001.