Help me Cassiope.

And I heard that damn song again
as I was walking down the street,
thinking of you,
wishing you were here
walking beside me
with your hand
in my hand.
Yeah, that hunch again
that you're slipping away from me
and I just can't let you dump me.
Not this time.
But words are falling slowly.
Bleak visions
of pictures
never taken.
are coming once again.
When memories are gone
and love turns to void
hallucinations damn themselves to vain.
And I guess,
better if nothing came to be.
Help me Cass,
I'm so sick of all these thoughts.
Let him know
that I care..
and I miss him.