a hand
can trace
a heart,
some shapes
a lover's back,
a sleeping face
so unknowing,
and so unsaid
could you tell if
someone instead
would trace
would trace
would trace
would trace
if i were gone,
you would go on
of touch,
and of taste
feelings too
small to trace
in the warmth
of sun in your hair
in a doubt
you're not sure is there
you will trace
will trace
will trace
will trace
what i can't see is killing me
when feelings fade
i will retrace
and i will stay
with you
when feelings fade
i will retrace
and i will stay
with you all the time