You would never find hints of me in your bed
Or the palms of your hands
Or in the place you call home
It would be like I never existed when I leave you,
and perhaps I did that on purpose
so that I can hurt you.

You said it yourself: I'm an angel with a hint of evil. I gave you the best, until the day I left

But you will find hints of me in your memories,
In your heart
and always, in your mind.
Especially when you speak to her,
When you look at her
When you're inside of her.