She creeps in my room at

night when its only me---

and the thoughts of what once

could have been.   

She lingers, yet I can never 

seem to hold her in my grasp;

just long enough to ask why

she keeps returning.

Her presence is inescapable---

atleast, that’s what it seems. 

Her whispers, they make the

outside world seem so cold.

She encourages me to retreat

to the warmth and comfort of my bed.

I listen.

“I come to one and all,” she 

reassures me, “you’ll learn 

to love me.” Her words make

my stomach drop, yet I can’t

bring myself to protest.

I know the words she speaks

aren’t the truth, not entirely.

I’ll never be able to love her,

I’ll only get used to her company.