Fold

Piled up your clothes, fold them on your bed
Spring is alive in Michigan, you are dead
Your favorite shirt held close to my face
Inhale deep as I could manage
I found the scent alive but you are dead
Collapse onto the floor, clutching the fabric you once wore
Keep them in my bed, hope to find to sleep again
Cause in my dreams, you're more than memories
Your voice, your face from the folds of my brain
Still the current running through my veins
I am alive even though you are dead