I miss your soft lips.  I miss your white sheets. I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek. And this is so hard ‘cause I didn’t see that you were the love of my life and it kills me. I see your face in strangers’ on the street. I still say your name when I’m talking in my sleep. And, in the limelight, I play it off fine, but I can’t ( Read more... )