Gone

In another's arms closing her eyes
If She squeezes them shut hard enough . . .
maybe, just maybe for one moment
She'll think it's Him.

But everyone has to open their eyes eventually
And when She does it hurts even more.
Because even though he's a constant presence in her mind
A spirit that still haunts her dreams
He's gone for good in her life.

And no amount of arms can make that go away.