Jamie, 1994.
© Copyright Libitina 1997.

And as I lie here
In this darkened room,
My arms empty, my eyes blind,
I wish to God I could hold you again.
It doesn’t have to be for long,
Any longer than you want it to be,
But I need to touch you
To feel your soft skin’s gleam;
Even though it can only end one way
And that in tears
I need to be hurt by you again
To prove I still exist.
Just to know I’m still real,
That our memories are real,
That I am real,
That we were real.