Gone 
Sometimes I linger in the longing for you; Sometimes I wonder if it ever was true; The scent of your cheek on a stranger's face; Sends me away to a desperate place; And then I am gone; I think of the days spent waiting for you; And all of the nights in search of a clue; The truth of it all rings loud and clear; Your voice echoes in me; You're not here; And then I am gone; 