lingering is your voice,
lingering in my head,
whispering sweet words,
as i go to bed,
singing lullabies,
in my ear,
sweet lullabies,
for only me to hear,
every word another way to tell me,
to tell me you love me so,
but the words are pointless,
because i already know,
as i close my eyes to go to sleep,
as i close my eyes,
i begin to weep,
for you are not by my side,
or even near,
and when i finally dream,
I'll dream of the day when you were here.
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