Have I ever told youthat if I sit really still and silent,sometimes. I like to thinkI can hear your heart beatingin time with mine?Have I ever told youthat when I watch you speak to methrough lines and cords,and bytes and ram,I imagineyour voice,whispering into my ear?Have I ever told youthat I wait out each dayin anticipation,wantingonly an hour or two,just a second in space and time,to feel close to you?Have I ever told youthat there has been times,when I ached for you,ached for you so badly,that the emotions overwhelmed me..and so I sat and cried?Have I ever told youthat sometimes,I will reach out,touching your nameon this cold screen before me,wishingI could reach inand pull you to me?Have I ever told youthat after the first time I heardthe sound of your voice,thousands of miles away,I sat up all night,turning the conversation over and overin my mind,examining it,like some newly discovered species of flower?Have I ever told youthat I would give everything up,just for one nightto be able to lay near you,to feel your chest rise and fallwith each breath you take,just to know that you are real?Have I ever told youthat I dream of you often,I dream of you reaching outand touching my hand,simply to let me knowthat you are there,and everything is okay?Have I ever told you,have I still yet to tell you . . . that ......
Have I Ever
Have I ever told youthat if I sit really still and silent,sometimes. I like to thinkI can hear your heart beatingin time with mine?Have I ever told youthat when I watch you speak to methrough lines and cords,and bytes and ram,I imagineyour voice,whispering into my ear?Have I ever told youthat I wait out each dayin anticipation,wantingonly an hour or two,just a second in space and time,to feel close to you?Have I ever told youthat there has been times,when I ached for you,ached for you so badly,that the emotions overwhelmed me..and so I sat and cried?Have I ever told youthat sometimes,I will reach out,touching your nameon this cold screen before me,wishingI could reach inand pull you to me?Have I ever told youthat after the first time I heardthe sound of your voice,thousands of miles away,I sat up all night,turning the conversation over and overin my mind,examining it,like some newly discovered species of flower?Have I ever told youthat I would give everything up,just for one nightto be able to lay near you,to feel your chest rise and fallwith each breath you take,just to know that you are real?Have I ever told youthat I dream of you often,I dream of you reaching outand touching my hand,simply to let me knowthat you are there,and everything is okay?Have I ever told you,have I still yet to tell you . . . that ......