He came to me again as he always does touching my soul and wetting my eyes with tears. His dark eyes searing stright into my soul leaving me empty when he leaves. His arms that once made me feel safe and warm in his embrace now leaves me cold and alone. his words that once comforted my tired and restless mind just leave me longing for a another time. Perhaps Ive lost what little sanity I have left. Perhaps I want to be near him again so badly that I create his appearance to somehow torture my wounded soul. Or perhaps its the guilt I feel that creates his image over and over again to remind me of my past sins.There are times I could spend hours dwelling upon things I have done wrong in the past but dwelling will solve nothing for its in the future that I can make a difference. And its in the future that he will come again and again.
