Days go by and still...

You.
You.

You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips-
That's pulling at my skin.

You leave me when I'm at my worst,
Feeling as if I've been cursed,
Bitter cold within.

Days go by and still I think of you...
Days when I couldn't live my life without you...
Days go by and still I think of you...
Days when I couldn't live my life without you...
Without you...
Without you...
Without you...
Without you.

And then the words became true. I never found out whether i could or couldn't live without you because i left. I left the chair empty and the smell of my skin on fingertips that didn't touch you. Ever.
And there was so much left lingering in the air between us that would lose itself in the play of rain and sunshine and your absence. I know you won't be there when i return. It's not possible.