When You're Gone

I remember your face so well
it haunts me at night when you visit in my dreams
Try to cling to those moments
yet those times are too bittersweet--

I'll never hear you say my name again
even when I hear it echo in my mind
like you were there whispering in my ear

I strive to hear it but it's like reaching for a light in the dark
so close yet so far away.

I wonder what you'd think of things
what I've done
what I'm doing
Where I'll go

Sometimes I find myself talking to you
I stand firm you're somewhere near me
If I could only smell you.

Remember the shows you shot year after year?
Fireworks were your passion and they soon became mine.
Every year when I see a show
I think of you
and what you'd do differently.
Then laugh in despair
when I see others run to tidy the fields where we were long ago
doing that exact thing as children.

We fought
we didn't get along
we were never close
but when you're gone

I'll regret every horrible thing I ever said
and hope that stories of you shall carry over to my children
that shall never know how wonderful you were.