At the finest level of my being, you’re still with me.
We still look at each other, at that level beyond sight.
We talk and laugh with each other, in a place beyond words.
We still touch each other, on a level beyond perception.
We share time together in a place, where time stands still.
We are still together, on a level called LOVE…
But I cry alone for you, in a place called REALITY…
–Chicken Soup for Teenage Soul