Straight from my mouth

Even now I can smell your clothes, freshly from the wash, still hot from the dryer.
Even now I can smell your skin, as I wrap you in a towel, lay you on the bed, and try to love you.
Even now I can feel your arms, I can feel your breast, I can hear your songs.

And I always can find you again.

Even now I can feel your hand, gently over mine, with almost.... No weight at all.
Even now I can feel your eyes, watch me as I strum, much too late at night.
Even now I can see your smile, and I can hear ya hum, I can hear ya sing.

And I always can find you again.

Even in the dark of night.
Even in the lowest light.
Even as the world outside is spinning, and spinning.

Even now I can feel your hair, blow across my cheek, as we sit in one of two chairs.
Even now I can feel your face, resting on my chest, wrestling for sleep and failing at it.
Even now I can see you sleep, I can see you dream, I can see you fly.

And I always can find you again.
And I always can find you again.

Even Now - Dashboard Confessional
He wrote the song I would have wanted to.