Her face floats in front of me
When I lay down to sleep
Her name dies on my lips
While I dream of our time together

Her eyes chill my very bones
Despite the hot summer sun
Her voice echoes in my ears
Despite the silence in my room

Her taste remains on my tongue
Sweeter than ice cream on a hot day
The smoothness of her skin
I swear I can still feel

The smell of her perfume
Is the most nostalgic sense of all
But one I wish
I’d never smelt at all