If I sit by my table lay open a book
The words reek your name and I
In the frames across the room
See you.
If I sit by the ocean the gentle breeze
Sways aside my hair as if you ran
Your hands over my head like the
Good old days.
If I sit by the flowerbed hopelessly
Broken filled with my thoughts so
Jumbled but the garden's scent is
Just like yours that brings me back
To you.
Everywhere I go every person I come
Across there's a piece of you in everything
Like of a puzzle interspersed in my
Life all around I walk collecting these
In hope someday I'd build another
You.
The pictures, the scent and the touch
Feels like you put your palm over my
Chest and told me to let go....let go
Your memories for you're nothing more
Than an oasis of illusion in the desert
Of my life drenched in sandstorms
Hellish hot and chilly cold the extremes
My life that oscillates upon.
But this too shall pass with my soul
Heaven or hell I'd find you there one
Day someday or I shall forever twist
And turn even in the grave.
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