Sometimes…
Sometimes I can see your smile, the smile that’s on your face.
Sometimes I can see your smile, it’s that smile that’s in my mind.
Sometimes I can feel your grace, the grace that comes with time.
Sometimes I can feel your grace, it’s the grace that’s from above.
Sometimes I can taste your lips, the taste that comes from love.
Sometimes I can taste your lips, it’s the taste of yours with mine.
Sometimes it’s your presence I feel, the presence so divine.
Sometimes it’s your presence I feel, it’s the presence of your cheer.
Sometimes I can smell your fear, the fear of days not near.
Sometimes I can smell your fear, it’s the fear of days gone by.
Sometimes I can smile with you, the smile is no lie.
Sometimes I can smile with you, it’s the smile in my heart.
Sometimes I can hear your voice, even though we are apart.
Sometimes I can hear your voice, it’s the voice of love and calm.
Sometimes I just hug the air, a challenge that is true.
Sometimes I just hug the air, a replacement not for you.
Sometimes I can hear your heart, beating next to mine.
Sometimes I can hear your heart, beating to this rhyme.
Sometimes it’s just in my mind, and you are not near.
Sometimes it’s just in my mind, and that’s my biggest fear.
…T. W. Getsch 10/’04
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