Poems of an unheard goodbye

I remember his voice saying this is the last time you'll ever see me. Those words were a knife right into my chest. But he lied, I did still see him even now. I see him on my dreams, while I try to sleep. I see him right cross the street, or that's what I thought. I read him in every book I have ever seen. I hear him in every song I listen while I sing. He never stop coming into my mind, not even for a second. Staring that day, he's been haunting me with such a cruel memory. Here is all you even made me feel.