It's the feeling of a crawler on your skin,
the prickling hairs on the back of your neck
because of eyes watching in the shadows,
and the sleepy stupor after dinnertime.
like that last drop of water from the swimming pool,
i just can't shake you.
you're in my head through daytime hours,
upon waking through the setting of the sun.
your face is the last i see before i sleep
and the only one that haunts my dreams.
I just want you to go away,
but no matter what I do
the fact that you're not with me
makes that impossible to do.
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