The Memory of Your Touch

Your side of the bed is cold tonight. But I swear I feel you in the fading Light. The room is quiet, the clock moves slow. Still there's something here I used to know. I close my eyes and you're close again. Like a memory I can't defend. It's the memory of your touch. That I miss the most. More than your voice, more than your name. More than the love we lost. Years can take your picture away. But they can't erase what my hands remember. You're gone from my arms, but somehow you're still There. In the memory of your touch. I found your old coat behind the door. And for a moment I was yours once more. That familiar scent, that faded thread. Brought back every word we never said. I tried to put the past away. But some feelings refuse to fade. It's the memory of your touch. That I miss the most. More than your voice, more than your name. More than the love we lost. Years can take your picture away. But they can't erase what my hands remember. You're gone from my arms. But somehow you're still there. In the memory of your touch. Maybe time can heal a broken heart. But it can't erase where memory starts. Some loves leave a mark so deep they stay With you. While you're trying to sleep. It's the memory of your touch. Still living underneath my skin. Every lonely night brings it back. Like you never really left. I don't need you to come back home. I've learned to live here on my own. But when the midnight blues begin. I remember The touch I can't forget. One last memory. One last touch. And a heart that still remembers.