So softly you came to me, so gentle your touch, so sweet your kisses, and then you were gone. The air is still warm from where you stood, we danced, we danced and we made love, and then you were gone. Is this memory or is it fantasy or is it something else? Is it a dream? The air is still warm where you stood, holding me, holding me, holding me. And then you were gone. Were you ever there? Was I ever there? I'm trapped in a void, floating in space, unsure of what is what, needing what to be it, to be, to be or not to be. That is not the question. The question is: how softly you came, how gently you left, my skin is still warm from your touch. I am driven mad with the not knowing. My lips are still warm with your kisses but the air has grown cold, my arms grown empty, my Soul, my Soul grieves. My body grieves. So gently, so gently you broke my heart, or was that me, who broke my heart? It was! It was. It was...