You’re like a gust of cool wind, that kisses my cheek on a warm, sunny day.
You’re like the birdsong I love waking up to.
Like that tune I’ve got stuck in my head, for more than a week now.
That won’t go away even after I’ve heard a million more.
You’re like a ear worm.
Playing on loop, in my head, all day.
Like someone said,
is it ok to be haunted by someone who is still alive?
You’re my most favourite memory.