Broken, Not Dead.

I smile, I kiss.
I dream, I miss.
I know in my heart of hearts.
The smile, the embrace,
The unforgiving grace,
The times I ever shed a tear.
Your scent, your taste, the feeling of lace,
Gone now as if I never did exist.
You seem dead, and afraid,
Was it you that a laid?
You seem forever distant in self.
And when I miss, and when I kiss,
I will not remember the you that you were.