when we yet again said goodbye
I could not help but wonder
how many times in this life must I bear the torture of your loss?

though rare it is I manage to sleep
it is forever you that fills my dreams
and when I dream I can feel your hands resting on my skin
your aroma fills me...
it is a scent I suffocate without
your soul still rests within my veins
my lips, parched and soundless, if they cannot say your name

God, how every breath aches