Her face comes up when I replace my negative thoughts
All I could need simply fades
Distant, but still I know the scent of her where I can almost taste and feel
The senses are as real as when we dream
I do not suppress myself but allow to express in me that which comes from me
For if I retain it would end in eternal pain
This is not to obtain or gain but to make amends
To my heart for what my mind has done