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It haunts me in my dreams, still

Lurking from around the room, scratching at the walls

Still, it stands out, by the windowsill

Knowing it all happens will shortly, it soon will let out its call

Knowing, but what am I to do

I need some space, some air to breathe

Hoping, hoping, not to re-do

In the bed, silently seethe 

It chases me through the night, and I can't let it get a hold

Voices whispering throughout the night

Lost in the maze that is the way home

Just trying to get used to what is the cold, not knowing if it'll all be alright

You watching as I run though the alleyway, tripping over my shoes

The stars bringing no comfort, not helping to find my way

Your blurry face looks into the dark blue

Trying to comprehend the jumbled muttering, attempting to hear what it says

Melodies of memories playing

Trying to forget about this

Memories of melodies overlaying

Something that I do not miss

Hoping, but what am I to do

I need some space, simply trying to breathe

Knowing, knowingly being redone

In bed, seeing it wreathe

Closing my eyes

The whispers subdue

Just as you advised, 

As if you knew …