I can only see you now, as just a thought or touch.
It even seems that some days, the pain it feels too much.
Its seeps within the despair I sense and fuels the ache I feel,
It’s in the smell of coffee beans, or a tune that seems so real.
I can only see you now, when I close my eyes to sleep,
Your face appears within my dreams, the ones I cannot keep.
Where bodies join and passions spend, a sheen of sated bliss,
Your tongue it steals across my lips and seals a whispered kiss.
I can only see you now, when time stands fast and still,
Tiny pockets of emptiness, that I let your darkness fill
Postcard written memories of all the times we shared,
Of endless possibilities, and times when you had cared.
I can only see you now, across a crowded street,
A tap of quickened footsteps, but still we do not meet.
I call your name, you do not hear, and then you fade away,
I knew I should have listened when you said you couldn’t stay.
I can only see you now, as a memento of my sorrow,
I loved you then, I love you still, I’ll love you on the morrow.