Tears sting at my eyes,
My memory of you
Is fading.
Your image is faint
although it's summer now-
It's covered in snow.
Your distance
Both physical and not
Make it so difficult to cling to your fading picture
Your laugh is foregin now, but
I can see fragments of your smile
You're eyes are the same honest blue
Honesty, with a hint of sadness
But still blue.
Who is this ghost on the telephone,
Pretending to be you?
He's familiar
He lacks your passion...
He lacks your optimistic hope.
Who is this half-hearted imposter?
I might be crazy,
But I know that isn't really you.
I can hardly remember the glow that made me love you.
Remind me with your laughter |