I pick up the wrinkled sheet,
That wrapped your body through
the night,
Your fragrance playing with my
senses,
As I hold it to me, so close, so tight.
I wish that you were with me still,
What I dream of could be real,
But you have an agenda all your own,
Left over from wild seeds you sown…
I am only your resting place…
Just for one night, face to face,
No romance in candlelight…
No hugs or kisses full of life,
Your dead feelings, deep in sleep,
While I cry and moan and think and weep.
I look at your shoulder, beautiful
and strong…
Lying empty beside me, it seems so
wrong…
But you have no heart to love me again,
So I dream about what might have been.
I dry my eyes on the tear-filled sheet,
Remembering those times when things
were sweet…
I yearn to go back with you in time…
It’s sad but true, you’re no longer mine.
I need to make myself turn lose…
But my heart says: “It’s just no use.”
All I know how to do, is just live my life, still
loving you.

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