I miss the aroma of the coffee,

abandoned.

I miss your voice, and the way our hugs

always lasted a liftime.

Shadows lurking beneath the

margins of my door.

I see things. I hear things.

Silence is where imagination lies.

It is what makes your heart race.

The things I see,

they creep around the halls,

waiting for me to close my eyes,

im scared!

Sight and sound have a way of

making you feel afraid of

nothing.

I finally shut my eyes.

Hoping that the nightmares I get when

you are gone won't come tonight.

Hoping for a sweet dream - of you.

I awaken to what I thought was the

sound of your footsteps,

but were only my ears playing tricks on me.

Yet again they decevie me.

I ask myself:

Were you even here to begin wiht?

Or along with the sounds and the shadows,

did I imagen you too?