I'm Actually Not Alone

I drink a coffee with you absence and light a cigarette to the nostalgia,
I give a kiss in the neck to you empty space.
I play chess with your history and touch the back to the memory, seducing the pair of black shoes that you forgot.
I talk about politics with your toothbrush with vision as analytical as when you regret.
I'm actually not alone, Who told you that you left?
If I still find you cooking some memories in the kitchen or in the shadow that draws the curtains.
I'm actually not alone,
Who told you that you left?
If one is not where the body is, but where you are miss more and In here you are so miss...
You are still here
Without you , with me.
I'm actually not alone,
Who told you that you left?