Haunting Questions Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Every time I look at her,
Even if it's only a picture.
My breath stops and my heart pounds.
I being wrecked by those horrible sounds.

Why, after all those years?
Why, after all those tears?
Why does this still hurts me?
Why can't I just let it be?

Every time I see a couple,
Even if they are only friends.
My eyes get wet and my lips begin to shake,
I don't know how much more I can take.

How, could it be that I'm like this?
How, could it be that it's still you I miss?
How do these memory's still hurt me?
How can I just let it be?