Increasingly and more often now
I reach into my mind and bring forth a memory.
The one you gave me some Xmas’s ago
Am I still in your thoughts as you are in mine.
I am alone.
All I have left is my soul.

Remembering you as I often do
Walking bare foot on wet grass, dancing.
You in that black dress, looking sexy
Walking down wind blown streets.
I am alone.
All I have left is my soul.

Recalling your infectious laughter,
Your eye’s they lit up the night sky when
You smiled.
That slim trim body of your, hidden under sweater and jeans
Your skipping, dancing step backwards as you open the door
Revelling in your warm passionate greeting.
I am alone,
All I have left is my soul.

Walking through the old district in which we had a bed-sit
I imagine you at my side- - - -
It’s still there that big old house, is our old room occupied?
Is it still a loving room? Or just a room in which to live.
Doe’s it matter, doe’s anything really matter.
I am alone
All I have left is my soul.