Hey, how are you... still thinking about me?
Am I still running around in every thought you have... am I
still the air you breathe every time you choke?
Do you still wake up at night, feeling my warm touch, trying
to hold me as tight as you can- just to wake up and see it's
the pillow next to you, still smelling like me?
Does your heart misses a bit every time you walk down the
street and see someone who reminds you of me?
Do you take every step, hoping it will lead you to the same
path as mine?
Do you laugh so hard till you cry and forget what you were
laughing about?
Can you answer all my questions without reading this letter,
because in your head you still hear my voice?
I don't know what about you, but I crumble each time I hear
your name and you are not close by to hold my hand.
I fall apart when a light breeze with your perfume passes me
by, going down my spine, giving me a chill.
And my pieces could not be glued together, so take your
tears away and just let me stay with not knowing you've
moved on.