Your touch, your kisses,

Your hugs, your caresses,

All gone as though they were never there.

The only proof,

I have of your existence,

Is the the prick in my heart.

The one I've felt,

Ever since the moment you left.

Because all I had with you,

Your touch, your kisses,

Your hugs, your caresses,

That's all they are now.

Gone with the wind.