I wonder how it is possible,
To live in worlds two different.
And yet really be nowhere.
How it happens, that I live intoxicated
in your love that once existed,
Inebriated in your memories
That we both created and celebrated.
Because where I live,
I can’t seem to find any of it.
The reassurance of your love
And the comfort in your hug
I cannot seem to feel again.
Your voice calling out my name
The moments hidden in each photo frame
I cannot seem to forget.
Your cries of love from the other side of the phone
My insensitivity while I was grooving alone
I just cannot seem to forgive.