I'm tired.
I lost my ego.
I want to smoke—
but you never liked the smell.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Just me and myself.
I dream of your hands,
and I smell your perfume.
I try to numb it, but it consumes me,
as my emotions flow down my eyes
and my cheeks turn red.
I miss your touch.
I crave your bed.

Tell me your pains—I want to know.
Show me your dreams—I want to go.
Take me to your sanctuary.
Show me our love—extraordinary.
My soul begs for yours.
I still wait for you at my door.

Did you go to church? Did you sing? Did you eat?
Did my voice make you miss me?
Did the sun caress your face as my hands once did?