The feeling of my hand on your chest sits with me
It fades faster knowing that the heart I once grasped thumps differently
My finger used to trace where your ribs come together
The familiarity of your body fades now forever
Our puzzle piece selves are deformed by the truth
And now I am sure I wouldn't fit to you
But I still seek the comfort of your fingertips on my neck
And through all the mess, for you I still check
My forgiving heart has always excused
The rational thoughts that my mind tends to use
But now as I forget the marks of your skin
I know that my mind will surely win
It's sad when a lover morphs from his ideal
But the confused pain lets me know at one time it was real