The sound of her heartbeat replays in my head,
Like it once did before.
The sound of her footsteps they led
Me to her, and put my heart at war.
Is this her? Is this who I've been looking for?
Even though her face is in my mind,
I keep looking more and more,
And not knowing who she is makes me feel so blind.
The sound of her lost voice echoes in the distance ahead.
I catch a few glimpses of what I'd imagined she'd have looked like,
I question whether she's alive or dead.
Or if we had looked alike.
"Where are you?", I cry out.
Expecting an answer from above.
And yet I sit here, full of doubt.
With every breath, she's all I think of.
