Trace
TRACE
I trace your eyes with my fingertips
My body tingles when I touch your lips
Your smile never leaves, nor the way you tilt your head…
For you're the 5 x 7 beside my bed.
That's all I have left to remember you by…
Except for the memories that make me cry…
I cry because I lost you to another it seems…
Now you just here as a part of my dreams.
Jeannie Glisson
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