Haunted.

Haunted Today, I feel like I'm lost, still haunted. I hear your words, I see your actions— I hear songs. The words pierce a healing heart. It has scars. They run deep. My heart’s bound together with parts of wire and words. I miss your tender, soft-spoken words. I miss your tender touches. But I am lost— and so are you. You're never going to return. You're never going to hold my heart no more. So I’ll let the memories grow cold. I’ll forget your touch. My hunter now lives in the Wilds— never to return.