Like you never left,
The past is not true,
It is all in my head.
I feed myself lies,
Trying to stay sane,
I swore if you died,
I would do the same.
I dream you're here,
As strong as always,
Whispering in my ear,
A million miles away.
I can see your face,
Shadowing the side,
Of everything great,
That catches my eye.
I hear your soft lips,
Whispering my name,
Dear God how I miss,
Everything you'd say.
I feel your presence,
Inside of everything,
But I know that it is,
All wishful thinking.
The past is the only,
Happiness still left,
All in my memories,
I will never forget.
Copyright 2006
-John Gehrig