I see you in all the places you do not go.
In the grocery store by my house;
At the park where I walk my dog;
At the coffee shop downtown.
And I hear you in all the songs you do not sing.
In the sad songs that make cry on my way home;
In songs about love that make me smile;
In songs about fun times that we've never known.
And I feel you in places you've never touched.
On the palms of my hands that you've never held;
On the top of my head that you've never kissed;
In the beat of my heart that you've never heard.
And then I wonder if you were ever there at all.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
I see you in all the places you do not go.
In the grocery store by my house;
At the park where I walk my dog;
At the coffee shop downtown.
And I hear you in all the songs you do not sing.
In the sad songs that make cry on my way home;
In songs about love that make me smile;
In songs about fun times that we've never known.
And I feel you in places you've never touched.
On the palms of my hands that you've never held;
On the top of my head that you've never kissed;
In the beat of my heart that you've never heard.
And then I wonder if you were ever there at all.
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