Every time I think that I've finally let you go, you slip back in.

      I swear that I've shut the door in your face, and tossed the key to the lock deep in the sea.

      I find peace in your absence, and then suddenly you're present once more.

      I don't know how it keeps happening.

      Maybe you know how to pick a lock.

      Maybe I chose to forget to get rid of the key hiding in the mailbox.

      I'm free one day, and then back in the chains of past sorrows the day after.

      It's not even anything you're doing.

      Because you're no physically here.

      You're here in thought and memories.

     You haven't come forward to give me hope.

     You haven't knocked on my door.

     It's my own mind working against me.

      My mind makes me think the doorbell rang, only to open the door and find no one on my front steps.

     You've given me no indication to believe you're returning.

     It's all on me, right now.

     Unless you're sitting at home and casting love spells — if that's the case it's working.

     But you never were a spiritual person.

     Is my mind steps ahead from reality?

     Are the tarot card readings true?

     Is this intuition or delusion?

     Is this faith or fantasy?

     Is this all in my head?