Slowly, little by little I can't remember the smell of your skin anymore
Or how the skin at the edge of your nose crinkled, when I planted a sleepy kiss on your forehead.
Sometimes I wake up and stand at the edge of the bed
tracing the contours of your body with imaginary lines in my head
But I have lost the points and the exact color of your skin, I just can't recall any more.
I want to stay there some more until I can remember
But you are not there, you are not there any more.
And slowly little by little, this house has lost your smell.
And since you are gone - The walls, the television, the sofa, the chair & the tables don't quite call out your name anymore.
But they remember me, they remember my name and every morning and evening, all day and all night, they look for me, they call out my name...but they can't find me.
They call out, they search for me everywhere, they scream for me..but they can't find me.
They can't find me anywhere.
Because...
since you are gone,
I'm not me anymore.
