He's right there and cannot touch him.
I can feel his scent and yet cannot taste him.
Why does the world does this to me?
It's not the first time. It's all the time.
And every where I go,
I hear him.
Sweet words come out of his mouth, come out of his sweet lips.
They're warm.
And his hand, such a soft hand, never touches me.
I can close my eyes and picture a scene, an unreachable scene.
Please, tell me it will be all right.
And, someday, I can close my eyes never having to open them again.
Please, tell me I'll reach peace as it means.
And, someday, I can close my eyes never having to open them again.
And then finally, I'll reach my dream, me and him in that scene.
Never having to wake up again.
