When did I start to miss you?
I haven't thought of you in so long.
What made you come back to my mind?
I thought I had gotten over you.
But your image lingers still.
A living daydream.
It does not stay that way.
The dream turns into nightmares.
Hands break yours against mine,
like so much boiling glass.
I know you are gone,
I know this.
I also know that no matter what,
I will still miss you.
In those waking dreams before dawn.
In my heart you live,
Just your body is missing.
