Eskimo kisses

The man looked at me and said,
"All you do is think of her, and lay in your bed.
When will you get out?
You know that's all dead.
And still you cry and shout.

"An Inuit and Indian you were,
Giving Eskimo kisses to her.
She loved you so she said.
All your images of her a blur,
But sill you can't get her out of you head.

"Now it's snowing in your heart,
The memories are tearing you apart.
So now what do you do?"
The old man was as quick a dart,
For I had no clue.

And to this day I still think of you.