His victory

You see I was staring outside my window, But I just couldn't see anything thing but my own tears The blurry version is the New version, I can still feel his presence even if he walked out two years ago I'm afraid to wet my lips because I will lose his taste There he goes to another dimension They said to reminisce the good days is better than crying I say I'm human because I cry Yet I can still hear his voice They say when you love someone he becomes a part, but what they failed to mention is that He is me I can still smell his intoxicating fragrance, the one that shouts danger and yet I still went