Lay there, let me stare a little longer, give me time to memorize the
       way you looked when you were still mine. Please don't walk out the door, don't get up just lay there. Let me study your face as you
       think of things out of my control.

Can you look at me when you smile, one more time before I go,
       before I close this door and never let it open again. Could you laugh at one more of my horrible jokes. The thought of never hearing
       your laugh again hurts more, never touching your lips again.