Always Present

Your soul lingers in my mind like never before. When you walk through those desinated doorways it’s still you circumfrencing my mind, such as a moth discovering light at night. Except you’re now within the company of me. Once you’ve vanished from sight, a fight occurs to restrain your spirit from my head once more. You are always present with me, although you’re not really there Don’t you see and know? Why won’t you let me be free? Why can’t I let you go?