What is it that forbids me to sleep when
every resource has left this body?
Undisturbed, the force within me is powerless
to awaken the dying embers of the love we made
when everything around us was new.

When you hear my spirit cry for the return
of the presence that haunts me still,
do you imagine our love was just a ghost,
an apparition that should never be -
or do you wait for an absolution?