Picking Up The Pieces

How long will I be picking up the pieces?

How long will I be picking up my heart? 

I guess it would be forever.

I had a dream last night. It was her, but somehow it was you. I knew it was you because it felt more like you. She was beautiful, but you were perfect. And it was perfect in my dream.

How warm was the embrace! There was no where else I would like to be.
How close together were our bodies! I could feel your heart beating against mine.
How intense was the feeling inside! I could almost see it spilling out into the atmosphere. 

Planting soft kisses down your neck... feeling your hot breath on mine.
Am I to dream only in my dreams?

Sweet sweet scent of hers; yours.
It was you I had always loved. In a thousand lives, in a thousand years, in a thousand places. It will still be you.

We held each other tight. A drop of tear trickled down my left cheek. The only thing that could be real.

When I wake up, you'll be gone. And I know I wouldn't be able to find you, just as always. Not in any faces that I see. Not in a thousand cities, not on any day or night. You're here, but never will be.

Mine.  

I really miss you, you know?