Everyday

I walk for hours amongst the crowds
and watch their silent passing;
I picked your photos up today.
I talked for hours amongst the dead
and searched the half-life places
but your still not here with me.

I loved you more than I could ever breathe.
I miss you more with every day.

Inside me here behind my eyes
to me you've never faded,
your face won't leave me till the clay.
From dark to dark I walk the streets
and try to find a reason,
I'll be here searching till the grave.

I whisper words into my hands
and leave them fall onto your grave
hoping that somehow they'll go
through the soil and you'll hear them.
And every drop of rain
that falls on the back of me neck
I keep thinking is that
you answer to me somehow.