You still there

Season pass away
The leaves traces their own way
I still can smell the perfume of yesterday
The fragrance of the old fragile herbs
And the softness of your roses
I search in my old yellow book
Looking In every dusty brittle page
I can only remember how your face
I try to lie down in my bed
And I feel the same breath still there
How can they say that memories hurt?
How can they deprive me from your ghost?
How can they rub all our moments?
In every corner I see your shadow
In every laugh I hear your words I feel your voice
In every path I touch your hand leading me
Your prayer saving me
They can't understand
They will never understand
That true story never end