The dream
I often say it's not to late.
I still relive that day.
Over and over again.
I see you.
Your standing there crying...
What can I do?
I run to you but it's no use.
The faster I run the more you slip away.
I can't reach you...
I'm sorry.
What ever I did I'm sorry.
But you can't hear me, can you?
I yell and yell for you to comeback.
But then your gone.
I've lost you...