How Do U Stop And Obsession?

No melodies in my head this time. I have no guitar grip.
not think of any notes to musical instruments to tell how much I miss her.
I can think of no way to capture all this. Even writing ... Or spoken.
Only my senses are active. Sensing the smell has left. Remains of her hair between the sheets.
Now it seems so big this room, and spare me so much space.
Embrace the ALMO and close my eyes ...
smells so much like her ...
kiss would be foolish piece of cloth and feathers ... But I do.
'm like a child playing with dolls. But I'm still pretending you tonight aq