Your touch
A butterfly caress
A summer breeze that comes
  And then no more
Had left an imprint in me
Like ancient scribble in crumbling stones
Carved in my bones,
Burned in my skin,
Mixed in my blood,
  It hunts my memory

Intoxicated,
Unraveled,
Hopelessly loyal,
I don't remember who I was
Before you came.

And when you leave
You give me sense of future
A spark of hope
And that one look
That follows me until
I'm older, wiser, stronger
And can in turn myself
  Reach for your hand