The faintest thought of you
The merest touch of your hand
The slightest hint of your perfume
In my lonely room
These things I crave

My eyes close and we’re locked in our old embrace
I feel your breath, urgent and sweet
I stroke you hair and neck
As my blood pounds
Your kiss is tender once again, deep and soft  leaving me breathless and weeping

I open my eyes and gaze thru the tears at your lonely room
Your flowers. My guitar.
Our bed.
And I die a thousand deaths for the want of you.