Sometimes I pretend.
I pretend you're still here.
You're still here, but only in my dreams.
Only in my dreams do I remember you.
Do I remember you? I remember everything.
I remember everything you gave and took.
You gave and took all of you and all of me.
All of you and all of me, together, as the sun sets and the moon rises.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, I sit and wait.
I sit and wait beneath my window.
Beneath my window a tear rolls off my cheek.
A tear rolls of my cheek in memory of you.
In memory of you, I trace the scars.
I trace the scars, I trace the bruises.
I trace the bruises, I trace the bumps.
I trace the bumps and I remember.
I remember your hand.
Your hand. Against my skin.
Agains my skin. Like fire, like the wind.
Like fire, like the wind, destructive, and you never know.
You never know where it comes from.
Where it comes from changes every time.
Changes every time I feel you close to me
I feel you close to me sometimes.
Sometimes, only sometimes.
Imagine that.