Sometimes I think I see your face,
Hiding in the shadows.
The sound of laughter, whispered words,
Echoing in the halls.
Sometimes I dream of seeing you,
Unchanged by years gone by,
But when I wake you disappear,
Like ashes in the wind.
Sometimes I'm glad that I remember,
The years that you were here,
But then I wish I could forget,
The day you broke and left.
Sometimes the days and months slip by,
And years roll into one,
But then the seconds all slow down
And I realise you are still gone.