Written by: Tareva O'bear

I feel his presence,
His shadows circles me,
His voice in my ear.

The pounding of his heart
knocks me dead in the head,
He sees me everywhere,
and he senses me.

Time is wasted by his fight,
as he fight me for my attention,
I feel his touches, 
I feel his lips,
but I know he's not there.

I know his body's not 
but his soul still lingers,
which takes my breath away,
watching me, wanting me.

I'm hunted by the man who loved me...