Memory

I wake up in the night,
feeling his breath on my face,
Yet I lay all alone,
no one else in my place.

The memory of him still haunts me,
the coldness of his voice still pierces,
His gentle touch sends me screaming,
the emptiness never ceasing.

I can not live my life the same,
and it's his memory that I blame,
Why can't he just leave me alone?
His presence still warms my home.

I love him but I have to on,
But If I do-
. . . . . . I'm afraid he'll be gone . . . . .