Is it you I sense before me
when the day is at an end.
A glimmer of your presence.
A whisper on the wind.
As the hours turn into days
and the months turn into years,
will I still recall you near me
through those everlasting tears.
And will there come a time
when I won’t feel you any more.
Could there ever be a moment
that I really can’t be sure.
So if there comes a day
where you’re not here on my mind,
will it mean that you’ve moved on
and can I leave the past behind…