no matter how hard i try to stop it, your voice keeps calling out to me "baby", and when i answer you say to me softly "i love you" and it sounds so good to me, and it always did
you were the world to me, and i say were because i keep trying to deny the feeling, keep trying to hide the tears that well up in my eyes every time someone mensions your name
sometimes i sit and re-read the poetry i wrote about you, the passion i felt so strongly, the passion that still lives deep down in the very core of my soul
when we talked time seemed to stand still, no voices were heard, no noise at all, just you and i, surrounded but alone
now that your gone i feel the same way, surrounded but alone, except this time there's no you in this equation
and as i sit smiling at the fact that i probably sound so cliche writing this poem, my fingers continue to run across this keyboard and the words still pour from my thoughts
my heart pleads with you to return, but still you're gone
loving you was and is the easiest and hardest thing i've ever done, and it will continue to be, because i will always love you, and though others may come and go, they won't hold a candle to you
all i have left is your voice to comfort me in my dreams, and to break my heart when i awake and realize your not there