In the mornings
My eyes they speak
I can't see her they say
I blink to focus,
Blurry images converging to one,
I see your face in my mind
It's not the same.

The smell of your skin
I smile remembering how that was
I turned around one day,
That intoxicating scent!
Your perfume that lingers in my head
You lie, it said, it's someone else,
It's not the same.

Your voice is in my head
That laugh, that texture of tones,
The words that you say,
And those that you don't
Whispers and haunts me so,
Hear me, it said, then, silence.
It's not the same.

The way that we kiss
The way that you taste
Our lips collide and interweaved
My heart skipped and flipped into a knot
Everything falls aside
I let out a sigh.
It's not the same.

I run my fingers
Through your hair
And the way your skin,
So smooth and bare
I felt it as my fingers trace
An invisible line along the way.
It's not the same.

I close my eyes now,
My ears are all blocked
I cannot feel your touch.
The way that you taste
Your scent they fade away
My senses they tell me,
It's not the same,

Without you in my life.