Sometimes

Sometimes in the morning

I catch a falling dream

streak across my screen

and I think about a someone

that I will never see again

and now it's only me again.

Sometimes in the morning

I think I hear a phrase

drifting through the haze

from just out of sight

something that she said one night

before we went to bed one night.

Sometimes in the morning

I go back to sleep

trying hard to keep

my memories so deep

wishing she were near

whispering in my ear,

My Love.