Dig

I dig my chest so deeply
to find so little of you
there's hardly any smile from you in my memory
or laughs or touch
I can't remember much of your kiss or smell
I have to create your shades in my head
so far from what I actually saw in you
your tone of voice sometimes comes to me though
with a careful speech
but that's it
I've been mistaken so many times
I could be wrong
but you got me thinking
I don't have to dig my chest anymore
I've already got in me
so much of you