I still
feel your kiss
When I smoke a cigarette
I still hear your
voice
When I listen to the rain fall
There is something
more
Than a yearning for the past
Someone always has to
remember.
When I
wake up
Late every morning
I see your hair on the pillow
I
never look closer, I know it isn't there
But sometimes it's
nice to have illusions.
And I know
that I'm going to get by
I'm getting better all the time
But
somehow, I'm breathing your name in my sleep
And there's
images of you in the dreams I have
But I'm
old enough
To put it down to experience
And I'm old
enough
Not to let myself feel it anymore
But sometimes, the
tenderness overwhelms me
And sometimes, I remember.