No cure

Written by: Edmond Ornelas

Racing heart
 Sweaty hands
Sleepless nights
 Butter flies in the stomach
Aimless walks
 Wishing you were there 
I wake only with your scent
 To keep me company
Memory of our hands dancing 
 After love we made
Now you are gone
 No where to be found
Left behind
 Arms so empty
  Days so cold
Yet I see you where ever I go
 But only my imagination
No need for another
 No need for alcohol
For there is no cure for you