I Crave your touch But our fingers always seem to miss. I want to taste your lips But I always find them closed. I smell your perfume everywhere But it’s only when it lingers On the wind.
I Am always In the right place But never the right time. I hear the echo of your voice But always from far away. I dream about your smile But never see it grace your face.
I Only see your face Through the reflection of mirrors When it’s late at night and the shadows play tricks On me. You are a ghost to me A shadow A faint glimmer of hope Lost in the bright starkness Of reality.
I Can only whisper Your name For it is so fragile That anything stronger and It will vanish. I am always close enough To know you were there But too far away to believe it is true.