Did you ever really leaveif i still talk to you in my sleep,and all those tender memories of youspill into the time i spend awake ;how could you have left,if i still hear traces of your voice in crowded trains and hallways,and all i can think about whenhe tries to hold me is the way your skin felt on mine, when people talk about lovei tremble right down to my bones,that word has me gasping for air,struggling to crawl out of a mind that isconsumed with the way you gave up on us ; is this how it f