—Ry Rose
We all have those who haunt us
I can see them over your shoulders
You can see one still in me smolders
Those who left
Lost to death
But we have each other now
And I see behind
Your eyes
Those who have left us behind
Are deeply in our psychologies
But only ever existed in phenomenology
And so are still embedded
Wherever we are headed
Seen perhaps only in our nighttime journeys
Such a bittersweet, beautiful hurting
Am I grateful?
No, but neither hateful
I am simply what you are
Someone by another haunted
