Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can't forget?
Bereaving of the death of love, embraced by the cold winters of the absence, to beg and to have failed.
He'll fill the void in your heart or the emptiness I gave, and he will be the hands you'll hold when you're away.
You'll begin to have more time to give, losing yourself in hours of conversations, wishing he'd talk more.
Love will not be forced for it overflows, and you will bathe him in your kisses for each beat of your heart.
Drown me at nighttime, for I am yearning to have your face be seen before I let myself die.
And in the ravaging storms, he is at peace in your love.