in the hour of the late...

In the hour of the late
I could almost hear your whisper
I could almost feel you breath
like you've never been gone
like you're always close to me

In the hour of the late
I could almost make out your face
in the dark shadow
I could almost reach my hands to you
and feel the warmth
that emanates from your skin

In the hour of the late
I realized I was tracing memories
I was trying to grab my dreams
and I was drowned
in my own tears
as I tried to get a hold on reality

In the hour of the late
I whispered
I poured my heart out
The words of love
The words of endearment
and I prayed that you know
that I will always, always, always
miss you.