Tears sting at my eyes,
My memory of you
Your image is faint
although it's summer now-
It's covered in snow.
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 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