I think he still loves you

I think he sees you in the reflection

At the bottom of his glass of whiskey

In the ring of smoke that follows

I think he feels your ghost breeze by

And in the silent nights he spends

With these friends, I think he hears you

Saying things I was too young to remember

Or never heard at all

I think you still love him

I think you see him if you watch me too closely

So you try not to look too hard

I think you feel his spirit in the stubborn

Set of my jaw, in my sharp eyes

And in your busy days where I reside

I think you hear him in my voice

And neither of us knows what to do about it