His arm slowly travels around her back
The only one he's got today to hold her
Fingers find their familiar spot under the shoulder
His hug brings her in close to simulate the feeling
His other arm gone from a vehicle accident years ago
She is just a mannequin yet some form of love flows
Because in his mind it's her in the room
Sprayed her with that last flask of perfume
He kisses her gently avoiding her eyes
The memories and figure seem to suffice
Before he tucks himself in
Before he leaves in morning's din
That's as close as he will get
Smiling on the steering wheel cigarette
No need to let feelings of her absence start
Elias knew in his head but didn't tell his heart
So he'd be back to that sweet mannequin
Like an abandoned toddler and his doll
His one armed hugs, his tears would roll
And her wet shoulder
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