You'd think that I'd be over you,
now that our days are done;
the days of sweet surrender,
in the dying of the sun.
Gone now, is the laughter,
of times we once did share;
closed, the book of happiness,
when once we were a pair.
You'd think that I'd be over it,
now that our nights are through;
when entangled in your limbs,
I awoke each morn anew.
But nothing last forever dear,
in time, the dark does come;
but too soon it came for us,
now, all I feel is numb.
You'd think that I'd forget your smile,
but that hasn't been the case;
and you are with me still,
even if, it's but a trace.