On sixth of December I got a call from a stranger,
Telling me to rush,
To save my losing treasure.

I hurried my way to that cold damn place,
But it was too late,
Lost the only thing I had left.

On the next day I heard,
That you moved to the near churchyard,
Sorry I didn't came right away too see you off.

Later in the evening I went there,
With whiskey in my hand,
Thought we could have couple of shots together,
But you showed no care.

I went straight home back,
Found everything as it was,
But there was one thing missin',
Your smell of lavender.

Every night I close my eyes,
And finds your ghost by my side,
But I can't touch you, kiss you or hold,
And I hate myself for that.

It's been a month,
I goes everyday to your new home,
With your favourite chocolates and flowers,
But no daffodiles, pancies or roses pleases you anymore,
But still, if you ever changed your mind to return,
Remember that I left the doors open.

Everyday I crave for your touches,
Those warm hugs, cuddles and lingering kisses,
Soft like rose petals,
I know you don't believe it,
Wait till I get older,
So, we could meet again in the heaven,
But till, if you ever changed your mind to return,
Remember I still have the doors open.

© WhiteGhost

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