But that's the problem, isn't it? Even when they leave, they're never really gone. You can always find them within the melody of a song, or in the creases of your hand they used to trace. You can feel them inside that little pocket on your heart that you have especially reserved, no matter how many times they show you they don't want to be in it. You can never change their minds. Even when you pour every bit of desperation, love and need you have into a pleading 'stay', all they hear is a word..