Your face resembles happiness around each and every curve
And among the glow of your smile my sadness returns to me.

Your voice, so harsh, fits so well inside my ears;
Embedded, caressing, and filling me with the infection of sorrow.

Why do I love you when I want to love another man?
Why, after a year, do I still wish we were together?

Your hands, though sweaty, held mine so tightly that night
And it felt so real as you shut me out from your life...forever.

Your arms, so slender, barely a bulging bicep, held me dearly
And then they stabbed me through the heart with their hands.

Why do I still love you when I want to love another man?
Why, after a year, do I wish we were still together?