Analysis of Gone

I can feel her breath whispering in my ears.
I feel her flesh course yet soft.
Her touch,the warmth.
Her caress, the chill.
I can feel her arms,
Holding me tight,
As if they`ll never let me go.
I can taste her lips, sweet as Love.
My hand is in her hair, wet and dark,
travelling down her face.
Her eyes an essense of pain.
Her arms loosen, mine tighten.
I can feel her go, but dont want her to leave.
She caresses my face, for the last time.
Her hands in my hair for the last time.
Her head on my shoulder, for the last time.
Her lips on my lips for the last time.
She creates a void in my heart,
And then she's gone.