I cannot help but come to haunt you. I am
Mere memory at it’s finest.
Just a transparent dream of what once was.
Do you even see what I truely am?
I buzz around your head and cloud you vision,
and make sleeping a terrible chore.
Becauase you know what will awake
Once you are sound asleep.
I was once a consious being,
I lived and then I died
Within seconds of the other.
Not ceasing to exist but not living on.
So, I dwell in your memory.
Sometimes fresh as a daisy,
Sometimes stale as air,
But I will always be there.