Turned around and facing away.
I see your hair and feel okay.
Until you turn and face me straight.
And I realize you're still in the grave.
Commonplace and strange alike.
I see your profile in the bright sunlight.
No mistake, I see you true.
Not like at night, when shadows lie to you.
But my eyes they do, and my heart lies too.
Wishing the illusion to be true.
No longer in dreams, to real to fake.
I wish you were still here,
Still here for my sake.
No comments:
Post a Comment