I turn to tell him things
I still make tea for two
I keep the kitchen clean
the way he'd want me to
start again, but I'm not ready to move on
'cause I still turn to tell him I love him
but he's gone
I miss the mess he made
of my head when we fought
over such silly things
I wish we could have talked
a little more, spoke instead of screamed
'cause when I turn to tell him I love him
he's just a dream
I lost the second chance
when fate led time away
I keep his picture close
so his memory won't fade
alive in me, forever with my soul
so when I turn to tell him I love him
I think he knows
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