Haunted
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on;
It feels less lonely that way.
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
It makes his side of the bed seem less empty,
That now cold space where he used to lie down,
Where he’d taste my lips and we’d become one,
Wrapped in his warm embrace drifting
Off together into dreamland.
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
The door no longer left opened for him.
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
So when I roll over in the night I can see
That even though his scent lingers on the pillow,
And I can feel his hot air brush against my neck
As I breathe in rhythm to his snoring,
He’s really not there.
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
So there’s no shadow to fool me he’s near.
I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
Afraid to be left in the dark with my thoughts;
Thoughts of love lost, of loved ones passed.
He might as well have been one such ghost,
As I’ve been sleeping with the lights turned on,
Hoping I can stop being haunted
By the memories of him.
– by Maquita “Queenie” Peters
~ I Keep it Irie ~
Island Soul City Dreams 
Keep it copyright.