For You.

Your voice, is a song, still sounding in my ears.

And that song, up close, I haven’t heard for years.

So I go and I stay, my heart’s running a little late, I stop myself from moving on,

And I sit, and I wait, for you to play your song;

I still sit, and I wait, but your music is gone.

~ by hstringer on December 19, 2008.