You are gone, yet still exist and your presence is quite real...
Yet I can't seem to reach you and I can't make you feel.

When did love and living become so bizarre?
When did we stop reaching or wishing upon a star?

I touched you and you walked away as though I wasn't there.
I sighed to hold my breath intact and dabbed away a tear.

The hurt is like a clump of coal in the middle of my being.
Black residue trickling through my veins and poisoning all reasoning.

Should you come back this way again and my aura becomes clear...I will be right here waiting for you.  I'm here, I'm here, my dear.