The leather sofa br weatherbeaten still stands, br your impression even now persists br You haunt me. br br The toothbrush stand br still holds yours, br the half used soap in its dish br You haunt me. br br Your favourite glass br even your half drunk bottle, br are still waiting for you br You haunt me. br br The book by the bed, br is dog eared by you, br it waits to be read br You haunt me. br br Between the sheets br Your smell lingers, br The creases remain br You haunt me. br br In every room, br I can feel your presence, br as real as life itself br You haunt me. br br As i bow br before the icons of Gods, br I can feel you at my shoulder br You haunt me. br br The vase is empty br flowers have a short life, br soft hands are remembered br You haunt me. br br The watch remains stuck br you had broken it in anger, br it ticks without moving br You haunt me. br br My breath mingles br with yours of years gone by, br the tears dropp slowly br You haunt me.