Memory Of You

It s uncanny
 It s something strange
 It s something I have
 Long tried to ignore
 Behind the curtain
 Behind the door
 If I keep my eyes cast down
 It just might go away
 It s got no name
 It s got no shape
 It can t be photographed
 And it lives in no one place
 It s got no shame
 And it knows no grace
 And it s got two long arms
 Reaching out for me
 I hit the light
 I ll take my stand
 Let s have your best
 Show your hand
 The shadows run
 And I see true
 It s just the memory of you
 So what s your pleasure
 My phantom friend
 What thing could bring you out
 To haunt this world again
 Some sweet revenge?
 Some dread command?
 Or do you only need
 Someone to hold your hand?
 Why did you leave
 Your will so vague?
 Just three blue lines
 Across the page:
 You take the vase
 I ll keep the rose
 And the memory of you