The Unseen

When I first met you, you offered me a piece of your soul.
I've tried again and again to give that fragment back to you. As much as I tug and pull and fight, it's stronger and won't let go of me. That fragment of your soul has set up home in my heart, and won't leave no matter how hard I try to shut it out.

Your shadow constantly dances around my closed eyes.

I brush my tongue until it is numb, but the taste of you still lingers on my tastebuds.

I turn up the radio to drown your voice, but it still floats to my eardrums, whispering sweet nothings.