Beneath the Warm

There's a certain coldness I feel
When faced with the traces of you...
...reminds me of all we we have in common

He covers himself with you each day...and the one
I thought was behind me, merely moved underneath me--
to cushion reality's blow

I don't know why I place so much emphasis on where you came from...
It shouldn't matter if "I don't care"
Still, I find you to be the women in my life--

Not nameless, nor faceless...simply understood
Because through it all, I never could throw
His sincerity away

And love with "you" revealed the jewel he always had in me...

...but these memories, they're cold...I don't like the cold--
why does it have to be so cold?