I see your double in strangers on the street

And my mind cues up the threadbare audio tape of your voice

Reluctantly I play it knowing that one day it may break and your sound will be gone for ever

 

I watch a look alike and remember, revelling in that fleeting moment

Before it fades like a vapour trail only solid for a moment

Until a wind gently blows it away

 

Time has come and time has gone but your time has stood still

And I wonder, is there more , for me, for all of us

Or are we all waiting for a day that has already been

 

My memories are fading to gray as the need for an embrace grows deeper