The memory of your touch tingles my skin.
And, I wonder if I will ever feel it again.
My mind drifts back to that most unhappy day.
The look on your handsome face as you went away.
My front door closed and out of my life you went.
Your resolve clear, but not quite your true intent.

I stood there confused and shocked and sad.
And I tried not to be overwhelmed, betrayed and mad.
I wanted to lay on that spot of the floor in a heap.
And just let my emotions go, to let my whole body weep.
I caught one last glimpse of you as I looked out the window.
I saw you wave one last time. And I saw you go.

The memory of your smile touches my tender heart.
Why, I wonder, did it have to end just at the start.
I drift back to a hot and humid day, July fourteen.
Colored chips and burgers, Jurrasic Park Three.
Your request to get "the akward first kiss" out of the way.
Your observation that on my breast, the street light did play.

My heart wonders why you went away.
And why you left me standing there that way.
You held me close and kissed me, I saw the longing in your eyes.
Though, still, I admit that your leaving was no surprise.
I had braced myself when I heard the wonderlust in your voice.
but, not quite enough, so I'd like to beleive it was no easy choice.

I lay in my bed alone, holding and smelling "your" pillow.
And wish for just a brief moment of that which seems long ago.
I look up to see the empty beer cans on my window shelf.
Symbolic of a time when I was not sleeping by myself.
As if thowing them away would somehow be a sign...
That July and August of 2001 were only a dream, and you were never mine.