your song

my fingers are stroking thin air to the sound of you
just one day could we
sit a little closer,
(stay with me, stay.
i touch the place where you should be gingerly.
i wonder where you've gone, and what i could have done
to make you stay with me,
stay)
warm with the windows closed and the
music on
and my fingers play the piano that isnt there
in another world with you.

my arms are aching of emptiness, please wont you
hold me
when i reach out all i feel is cold and i hope
that you could see that im reaching
all of the length that i can for you
wont you hold me
keep me warmer
stay with me?

talk to me. anything just to fill this
void
and nothingness
that knows you're not really here.
and my ears fill up with song
my eyes fill up with tears
my fingers play the music,
the notes of you