Christmas shopping on the square

The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted

I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted

I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted

I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I reminisce
I'm haunted

Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes

Potsdamer Platz, Kirchner

And this is for the tears that won't dry

And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel
Lucky

(Love and Rockets)