I can still feel your hands in my hair,
        On my waist,
                              Holding mine,
                                                  On my face.
I can still feel your lips,
           On mine,
                          On my neck,
                      On my forehead and cheek.
I can still feel you holding me,

Swaying with me to the music.

But then I can't.

I feel you and then,
                                  Then I don't.

Its cold without you,
                                  I feel the cold.

You're haunting me.

The ghost of you, I feel, but it makes me feel cold.

And I wish to make you smile once more, to feel the warmth from your smile.

But you are gone,
                            Yet you haunt me.