It's A Losing Game

Every year I fall in love with you
Even though you don't exist
   anymore
   still I linger
     in all those yesterdays

Those that are brighter than tomorrow

But even now
I always find you

in a ray of sunshine against her cheek
in his smile from the corner of his eye
in her gentle caress of my hair
in his voice telling me it's okay

in the scent of these hotel rooms
in the rough surface of the carpet
in the tenderness of these wounds

in the wake of this longing
and in their tears

in my tears