Sometimes, if I listen to the silence,
I can see your smiling face.
Sometimes, if I sit still long enough,
I can feel your warm embrace.
Sometimes, I can be doing something,
Without the slightest care,
And I will catch the scent of you,
In the lonesome air.
Sometimes, I will be humming a tune, just a humming along,
Then I'll remember,
That this was your favorite song.
Sometimes, I see my reflection,
And I think I see yours too.
But when I turn around,
The empty space makes me blue.
Sometimes, I hear your voice,
In the silence that lingers.
I can't help but to feel tingles,
All through my fingers.
Sometimes, it feels like your soul has reconnected,
Like you're still here.
But to me you are dead,
And you die more with every single tear.
They say it is better to have loved and lost,
Than not loved at all.
But instead of my step up,
You were the step that made me fall.
I wish I had never met you,
Because then I would never know,
That there actually was someone out there,
Who could make me feel so low.
I remember your love,
Of which there was no trace.
But sometimes, I can still listen to the silence,
And see your smiling face.
 
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