I still search  
     for you in the crinkled sheets
     in the empty fields
     searching for those harm hugs
     and forehead kisses.
In city lights
     and passing cars,
     in wishing stars
     thinking about the nights spent together
     long drives with no destination.
I wonder where
    you went with all the uncleared questions in mind.
And longer since
    I still call you mine
    the traces you left are with me.
   Still, I try to find someone to put my head on
   someone who never let me cry
But I am leaning
      to live without,
      I do not mind-
     I still love you anyhow.