morning musings

i l l u s i o n s

i still think of you,
when i see the moon rise, and when i see the rains fall.

i still want you,
when i see you walking side by, hoping that you might say hi.

i still miss you,
when i see our little pictures dangling on my wall, always getting closer to a fall.

i still see you,
but not really you, just an illusion of you and i, dancing there up high.