Who is that over there?That figure in the crowd?
No, it's not.
It's not her.
Perhaps that one?
No, too tall.
She's everywhere,
But she's not even here.
That voice:
I can still hear it,
But only through the phone.
Her smile:
Shining on mine every morn
Is naught but a small photograph.
Someone please wake me.
This can't be real.
Kiss me, please.
Hold me, I beg you.
Call my name.
I want to know that you're here.
We can't be so far apart.
But we are.
You aren't here
Because I am.
