I long for you like the grass for the rain And I remember that voice, as distinct as the sound of storms in the city, as the cars splash by The thought of you will bring me pain A mere shadow at the end of the hallway Or the silence at the end of the day Unnerving, reserved, wonderful Like a phantom the image of you is fleeting But I will always remember those blue eyes, and drowning in them I can no longer hear you speak in the back of my mind Yet your words feel like my own Your voice feels like safety, like home Now shrouded by fog Perhaps we’ll meet again Maybe just for one day