Pieces of your presence

Anywhere I go

I feel your presence,

it seems you still

walk here, you

haven't really gone

inside of me.

Why is your spirit

so strong, that I

can't simply

throw you

away from my

memories?

I hear your breathing,

I want to catch you,

speak how I missed you.

Your voice and your kisses

made me feel so wonderful

Now, I know your arms

are opened to me,

you are looking at me

but you can't touch me

I see pieces of your presence

walking on the grass, breathing this

air.

When will you really

go on?

Please, let me

be free.