How many times have I thought it?
"She won't be there. Don't go."
And even though I regret it
I go there even so.
Like a specter I walk those halls.
By now I know them well.
She is not there and yet she is.
Sometimes I think it hell.
So why do I keep going back?
What do I hope to see?
I hope for just a glimpse of her.
Looking...for me.