I still rise to call you, when I've had a bad day.
Or go to stop by your house, when I happen to pass that way.
I can't get used to fact that your long gone from here and that I can't always be previlage to see your smiling face.
A Missing Friend you are indeed, won't you ever just come back to me.
Memories just aren't enough.
I want to be able to see, feel
