today i saw a picture of your room
and i searched.
i searched for a sign of me
a way to tell i was there once,
but i could see nothing.
no proof you held me in the sheets,
or that we danced by your tv,
or that pictures of us ever existed
on the wall above you television.
and it made me wonder,
just because you can't see me there,
do you feel me?
is my smell still on your pillow?
can you hear the creaks of my footsteps
dancing around the room?
can you hear my laugh
when you look in the mirror,
even though i'm not in your arms?
can you feel my presence there
like the way i feel yours
in my empty heart?
//Physically you have left my life, but not a moment passes that I don't feel your presence.//
