You're gone.
But you remain.
You're tousled in the sheets.
You're just down the hall.
Sometimes I roll over in bed,
And throw my arm across empty air,
And remember.
You're gone.


But if you are so gone,
Why can I still smell you on the pillows,
After they've been washed?
Why do I hear you breathing
In the dead of the night?
Why do I hear you coming through
The door at night?


You're so gone.
But you're still here!
And I can't escape you