I thought I said goodbye. I thought I could lock you up -tough it out, Yet here you are saying hi I hoped your visit would be short, But nope! You stayed, and in the darkness You held the only pocket torch I craved for you to be gone. Called it sensitive, when I remembered and cried hard I had truly wished that in my mind, You would have died or at least deport Still you didn't, And I couldn't As much as I wanted to I couldn't see to let you go I couldn't see why you ever happened Then it came to my realization That I will never know