Missing You

There is a whisper in the wind,
it gently touches on my skin.
there is a shadow floating there,
that softly brushes through my hair.

Is it the soft voice from your lips?
The gentle touch of your fingertips?
Is it your face? I cannot see.	
Perhaps your hand that rests on me?
 
I reach for you but you’re not there,
my hand feels nothing but the air.
I breath a sigh; hold back a tear,
wishing I could hold you near.

To feel the kisses from your lips
the gentle touch of your fingertips
To look into your eyes and see,	
the feelings that you share with me.

The shadows fade into the dawn,
lazily the wind blows on
Soon it whispers in your ear,
my voice you think you surely hear.
	
Soft words whispered from my lips.
The gentle touch of my fingertips.
In your mind my face you see.	
Missing you while you’re missing me.

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