Sometimes I still
Close my eyes and hear
Your footsteps
Tearing the silence apart.
Sometimes I still
I still feel the thrill
Of touching you
Deep in my heart.
Sometimes I still
I still try to clear
My memories
From your haunting ghost.
Sometimes I still
Feel the well-known fear
Of losing you
Like you haven't been already lost.
Sometimes I still
Close my eyes and feel
Your soothing touch
On my burning skin.
And sometimes I still
Believe you were real,
It's hard to face the truth;
You were nothing but a dream.
(to my loved and to be loved)
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