Still

I still cry myself to sleep thinking of you
even when sometimes the tears will not fall outside.
I still hear you in my head, "Hello honey" and hear you laugh,
and I wonder if I will ever hear your voice again.
I still find myself thinking of you on long drives, or short ones,
and anytime I hear an Annie Lennox song.
I still miss you in my arms, and smell and feel your body when I am lying down to sleep.
And when there is a quiet moment,
and I am still...
I still urn to spend the rest of my life loving you...
Still.