The ones I love and care so dear,
To those I haven't seen all year,
I cannot see them smile or cry,
Do not remember our last goodbye,
I cannot hear them laugh nor sing,
Honest hindsight; I could not bring.
I try so hard to force the brain,
To conjure visioned love again,
Mirage I see; though do not grasp,
Reflections fade into the last.
Met face-to-face; we're both alone,
Who stands before me; now unknown.
What I would give for just a taste,
To hear their voice; to see their face,
To give them love and watch them grow,
To see them now; they would not know,
For I can't cherish them, don't they see,
None will endure to memory.
