Roadkill

The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore. Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don`t see anymore. You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from your Ma. The sun reflecting off the water on your face & the way you drove your car. All these things I can`t forget tho` I don`t see you anymore. Drove to the airport thru` a traffic jam; a deer lay dying in the road. Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign, except I don`t believe in them no more. No, no - but I believe these things I can`t forget, tho` I don`t see you anymore. Yes, I believe these things I can`t forget, `cos I see them - tho` I don`t see you anymore.