The seconds turn to minutes
Your breath washes over me again.
The flowers are new
and we were happy.

The minutes turn to hours.
Your voice is fading
Without you I am a coward
My heart is quaking
You are disappearing from me?

The hours become years
But a shell of the man I was
I have yet to shed tears

The memory is clear
Yet you are no where near,
so this is close enough.

Maor Haine.
Here have some music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWbs.....eature=related