The Spell
In just about every place, I see you.
Under skies of grey or of bright blue.
I see you beneath a star lit sky.
I can't forget you is the reason why.
I see you if the Sun shines bright.
And I see you when I dream at night.
I picture your face through the rain.
Each aching day, it's always the same.
There are places, I'm wary to go to.
As I recall the times, I went with you.
In an empty room, lonely and bare.
I close my eyes and I see you there.
And although I try, I can't look away.
So is this to be my future, day by day?
I'm under your spell, make no mistake.
But is it a spell, I even want to break?