Sometimes, I catch myself staring into the endless blue,
and seeing only you.
Sometimes, I listen to the radio for too long,
and hear your voice say how much you hate this song.
Sometimes, I pour my whiskey,
and think of how you love tea.
Sometimes, when it rains and I'm soaked to the bone,
I hope that you are not alone.
Sometimes, when I am in a crowd,
I hear your laugh, especially loud.
Sometimes, when I find myself asleep on the floor,
I find comfort in remembering that you snore.
Sometimes, I wonder who I am,
and if you were the lion or the lamb.
Sometimes, I think about when things got tough,
and I know I should have called your bluff.
Sometimes, when I go off track,
In a moment, it all comes rushing back.
Sometimes - even the times I'm just making toast,
You sneak up on me, and I am overcome by your ghost.
