Exsiccating Memories Poem by Nisho Olme

I've died so many times before,
So many years ago,
I've cried so many tears before,
And she will never know.
I've let myself be torn apart,
So maybe I could feel,
Something down inside my heart,
That made this all seem real.
And every time I've fallen short,
Of what I've needed most,
But now I've found a love I know,
Is more than just a ghost.
And yet when all is going well,
My fear will start to rise,
The same fear that I've known before,
When looking in those eyes.