I wish I could file you away
with all my yesterdays
and things I couldn't change.
If I would have placed you
where I could reach you,
maybe you wouldn't have slipped away.
But now I'm further down
than I ever thought possible.
I'm finding that reminding
can only do so well.
I can feel you crying
from a million miles away,
and all the things I wished to say:
"Bring to me
what I cannot see,
echoes of voices that never speak.