I still hide you in my poetry
I still hide you in my words
I still frame you round the syllables
That I once softly spoke and you once heard
I'm still enslaved by your memory
Still in rapture at your smile
My heart still beats a little faster
With that gentle flicker of desire
I still catch your scent at times
It still lingers faintly in the air
I still greet you in my dreams most nights
Waking cold and clammy with despair
I still love you like I always have
But it's simply not the same
Now that love runs through my art
And no longer through my veins