Sitting at the window,
Like I used to before,
When you would come home to me.
I don't even have to close my eyes,
To imagine you walking across that field.
I can see your bright blue jacket,
While you smile and wave to me.
I can picture your gloves on your hands,
Down to the last and perfect detail.
I can see your shoes,
As you try not to fall deep in the snow.
Then I see you inside,
Standing before me.
I can see your perfect smile,
The exact way your lips would form.
I can see your shinning deep eyes,
Just the way they'd look at me.
I can the look on your face,
As I swish my kilt around.
I can see you gesture with your hands,
For me to go to you.
I can see you up close and personal,
My face centimetres from yours.
I can feel you breathe,
I can feel your heat,
I can sense your skin.
I can taste your mouth,
Feel your arms around my waist.
I can feel you pull me close to you,
I can feel you not want to let go.
I can remember it all.
I can see it all.
I can feel it, just the same.
I can imagine it as if is were yesterday,
When it's really been eternity.