He's Not Really Here

If I close my eyes

I can feel his breath upon my skin

And if I really try

I can picture him here again

 

Laying on the grass

placing flowers in my hair

Echoes of the past

but he's not really there

 

Days of vibrant summer

The taste of nectar on my tongue

Filled with adolescent wonder

Days lost in the sun

 

If I listen to the wind

I can hear him whisper in my ear

sweet nothings of days gone by

but he's not really here

 

A boy in all his golden glory

The soother of my soul

The keeper of my heart

Days of innocence long ago

 

If I cannot hold these tears

and they flow freely down my face

I look back on those golden years

and feel his warm embrace

 

He's gone away with the summer

The half that makes me whole

Dreaming deep in peaceful slumber

Where angel's often go

 

But if I close my eyes and imagine

This void inside me disapears

He's placing flowers in my hair

Though he's not really here.