ROMANCING THE DEAD

smell of your body still lingers in the air,

all these years and its still hard not to care.

the skin believes your touch was magic,

then why is our love so tragic?

staring at your face while you sleep,

oh, the romance was so natural and deep.

i close my eyes to see you, feel you,

how i love the idea of it coming true.

reminiscing about you as i lay in my bed,

i can still hear your voice clear in my head.

your side stays empty in my bed,

you aren't here anymore,

but i am still romancing the dead.

                                            - mystisha