I still think of you,

When I see the moon rise, and when I see the rains fall.

I still want you,

When I see you walking side by, hoping that you might say hi.

I still miss you,

When I see our little pictures dangling on my wall, always getting closer to a fall.

I still see you,

But not really you, just an illusion of you and I, dancing there up high.

- 3:00 a.m thoughts