Staring out the front window,
At a lonely street lamp,
Shimmering through a cold rain of tears.

Looking around our home,
Visiting our sweet memories,
Wondering where you have gone,

After you left me alone,
In this empty home,

Hoping that you will come back soon,
I miss you.

Sadness flows every day,
Until midnight dreams,
Of you and me begin.

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I told you I loved you because I knew thats what you needed to hear
I told you I missed you because I wanted you near
I told you I was sorry because I saw you moving on
All these things I told you, the real you is now gone

I smell the air
and taste the breeze.
I sense a presence there;
a kindred spirit next to me
that hovers everywhere.