I hear you walking

  down the hall...

I pick up the phone

to give you a call,

but... you're not there.

I see all the traces

you left behind... the

things that were ours,

and now are just mine.

You slipped away so

silently, I held your hand,

but then you were gone

I cried incoherently.

I think that life is

   playing tricks on me...

I know I see you there,

yet it can't be.

Sometimes in a vision

   I see your face...

but when I look again

there is not a trace.

As I wake up each day

I think this must be a dream,

I still look for you everywhere

 but... you're not there.