I see your eyes in the tree you planted,
your hands touch mine through the cup you held,
I seem to be under your spell.
Everything in the house is you,
I smell your cologne
through the doors you passed,
hours of passion seemed to last.
Your prescence is left,
it still remains,
even though you're gone,
I still call your name.
You may have left,
and my heart may be broken,
but one soft touch,
and your lips have spoken.
You've left your mark,
and now you've gone,
don't dare come back,
I'm trying to move on.