Left with nothing save a memory folded neatly in my pocket
Only this and nothing more.
Very slowly I take it out and feel the ruff edges and soft sides.
Every now and then I open it to see the rose that is drawn inside.

Left with nothing but a token of what could have been.
Only this and nothing more.
Volumes are spoken on this paper with every curve
Every line drawn.

Let it, I let it fill my heart with wanting and longing, let it shower me with the love I have
Only to feel my heart heavy with all the feelings I don't want but want.
Vexing this is, I don't understand it.
Every Time I see you I hold it close to me.