I can still taste your lips
on my own.
I can still feel your whisper
when the wind is blown.
I can still hear your voice
when someone speaks.
I can still feel your arms around me
when i weep.
Even though you don\'t think
we are meant to be.
I can still feel you
as a part of me.
With out you
I am hurt inside.
And a part of me
is slowly starting to die.
One day I hope
that part of me can live again.
But that is impossible
if we remain friends.
