Stranded

Alone in my thoughts,

And all I think about is you,

Memories surface,

And smack me in the face like sharp wind,

I'm alone and somwhow I can feel the warthm of your hand,

The softness of your lips,

I remeber the time when I left you, 

Then came back to start over,

Your anger issues irratate me,

But when I'm away,

Some how all I think about is you,

Your dark brown skin,

Your sausage finger hands,

Or the way you say my name,

Somehow I'm alone,

Stranded on this dirt road,

Without you,

Holding me,

Reassuring me everything will be alright,

I guess I'm not alone,

Cause the thoughts of your words,

And everything that makes you you,

Lingers through the waves of my mind,

Making you seem real,

Almost touchable,

If I concatrate really hard,

Your smeels radiates off the back bone,

Of my imagination,

Now you're really here,

Memories of you is all I'll ever haven now,

Your death briught me pain,

Now I'm sitting here crying,

Straanded on a dirt road,

Where we had our first kiss,

While a sweet jazz melody played,

In the fronty seat of your car,

I miss you,

You're gone,

But your memories live on.