You watch like a ghost,
but you are not dead like one.
Though, I wish you were,
buried underground.
Like how our old roots of love
were once full of life
now shrivel and rot.
It is a fate most fitting
for you as a man
who once fed me love
like a daily vitamin.
You made me happy.
If you kneeled over
I would learn to feel true bliss.
Instead you haunt me
through my memories;
I remember everyday
how much I loved you.
The Mews 
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