Absence

When I went to sleep, you were there...
I felt you wrapped all around me as I slipped, half smiling, into dreams.

Wrapped around my heart and soul.
Wrapped around my memories. 

Though I haven't felt your touch in longer than my age the last time I did...
I still feel it as though it were yesterday.

You still touch me.

When I woke up this morning, I read that you're gone from me...
Gone from my life so it won't hurt anymore.

Why is it then, that I can still feel you?
Why is it that in these moments I bide until I can cry myself empty,
I still feel you just as strong?

Wrapped around my heart and soul.
Wrapped around my memories.

Wrapped around my body in some distant tomorrow.

You can go away, but the pain doesn't go with you. 
Even you can't run fast enough.
Unfortunately, neither can I.

But I'll take it anyday,
Over not having you around.

Go as far from me as you feel you must,
But know...
My heart is a place you can never leave.
Your face is imprinted on the backs of my eyelids.
The memory of your touch still sends my flesh to burning.
I can hear your voice and how we sound together as clearly as I can hear my heart breaking.
I can taste your lips as surely as I can taste my own tears.

Go, if you must.
But you cannot have my memories.