She touches me,
I turn to go.
Some part of us remains.
The rest is scattered
in books, in songs and all around...
to torment me.
And I from her,
I leech away...time heals and removes
each day a little more.
What comforts me, my only solace,
that doubles as despair,
to know I've left the best with her
in flashes of remembrance.
My desperation and my love,now as one.
I can care no longer.
another day, another part, another dream...