Where Your Mark Remains

I cannot help murmuring your name

In the margins where your mark remains

I cannot help conjuring your face

In the regions between time and place

I cannot help listening for your voice

Whispering, "There never was a choice"

I cannot help wondering what lies

Beyond the reach of our unseeing eyes

Day after day, recollections slip away

Time to confess, haunted by a last cold kiss

Must it all come down to this

Last cold kiss?

I cannot help stumbling in the dark

Searching for a flicker of that spark

And sometimes the empty vacuum fills

With the echo of your laughter spills

Day after day, recollections slip away

Time to confess, haunted by a last cold kiss

And so it all come down to this

Last cold kiss