When I wake up, I listen for your voice;
then I remember your not here anymore.
And I cry.
Not a day goes by when you do not flcker through my mind and all I have left is memories of you. And I cry.
When I go to sleep, I wait for your hugs and kisses; then I remember that you are in another place. And I cry.
Not a night goes by when you do not flutter thought my dreams, no watching you finishing growing up. The could of beens. And I cry.
I have grow older, yet you stay the same, forever locked in a young frame. And I cry.
Time slowly eases from my dreams of what could have been. Time has marched on. And I cry.
And I cry.
And I cry.
