Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent sometimes,
I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine?
Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords, and bytes and ram,
I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation,
wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out,
touching your name on this cold screen before me,
wishing I could reach in and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away, I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over in my mind,
examining it, like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you that I would give everything up,
just for one night to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out and touching my hand,
simply to let me know that you are there, and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you, have I still yet to tell you . . . that I love you?
I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine?
Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords, and bytes and ram,
I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation,
wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out,
touching your name on this cold screen before me,
wishing I could reach in and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away, I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over in my mind,
examining it, like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you that I would give everything up,
just for one night to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out and touching my hand,
simply to let me know that you are there, and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you, have I still yet to tell you . . . that I love you?
