Your face and your voice still haunt my dreams
The way you laughed,
how your eyes gleamed
Sometimes I wish I could call your name
But I know that things
are not the same
You see, I've grown numb from missing you
But I myself
haven't got a clue
How deep an abyss you have left in me
Since the nineteenth day
of that January
And this question still keeps me up at night
No matter how
my eyes close tight:
If you were here with me today
Would you have been proud,
in any way?
But the only comfort that I have found
In the fact that you
are no longer around
Is the fact that I could make you smile
and share your life,
though for a while.
