Haunt.

This is that terrible poem rewritten:

Images
Flicker past my eyelids
Faster, faster
Haunting.

You are always
HERE.
And it is something
I do not want to do anymore
This
Obsession
Realization
That you aren't
Coming back
Followed by
Retrogression
To a place of
Hope
Insignificant
And yet
Reassuring.

Reassuring
Of an event
That will not occur
Can
NOT
Occur.

Images
Flicker past my eyelids
I will them to slow,
For my mind to shut down
And to finally
F
A
L
L
Asleep.