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When I sleep my memories seem to take on a life all their own.  You never left and I'm not alone living an empty existence.  When we were together you seemed to have a sixth sense about what I needed, felt, and wanted from your love.  You never smothered me, you simply covered all of the bases, tied all of the laces, and touched me in all the right places.  When I awaken every morning and you aren't here the fear that I feel is more real than any emotion that I've shared with any other.  Even when I attempt to be with another they don't quite ever make it "under-cover."  It is as if they are spies and I sabotage the subterfuge.  The shoes you left for someone to fill seem so huge and I try to hide my amusement when the substitutes fall tripping over the magnitude of our synchronicity.  My laughter is short-lived as the pity quickly turns into a rendition of the "Tracks of my tears" and the few years we've been apart expand as I start to crumble covering my face with my hands as the CD plays "Nothing Compares to You."  Soon again the night will end and on the way to my place something will remind me of your beautiful face and the way you used to make me feel so secure.  Our love was so pure, so special, so perfect that I didn't expect us to be anywhere else but together.  So now when the weather threatens to be bad I only wish I had you to come back to...but, I guess I'll just have to keep on sleepin'...when it rains.