I stop to listen.
A haunting voice calls to me,
Whispering “come.”
I listen, wanting to go to the voice.

A haunting voice calls to me.
I freeze, and look around.
I listen, wanting to go to the voice,
But something holds me back.

I freeze, and look around,
Afraid of what the voice might ask me.
But something holds me back;
The memory of him prevents me from leaving.

Afraid of what the voice might ask me,
I step back in fear.
The memory of him prevents me from leaving;
My one true love.

I step back in fear,
Holding his memory close to my chest.
My one true love
Who will never leave me alone.