I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

My fingers trail along the rose I hold, tears streak my face.
The sunlight breaks through the trees.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

I sense your fingers intertwine with mine, warmth over comes my being.
A breeze whistles through the rows of sadness.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

I look down, a dozen roses lay on your casket.
I kiss the rose I hold in my hand and add it to the others.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

You lit up my life, my hopes, and my dreams.
You opened my eyes to see what it all means.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

Now that you're gone, I can’t tell you how much you meant to me.
My loss is wide as a starless night sky, and deep as a stormy sea.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

I miss the comfort of your sweet love, your absolute devotion; 
now I'm a fountain of endless tears, a pool of sad emotion.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

They tell me that time will heal my pain; I smile and nod and agree with them, 
While tears streak down my face again.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

If I'd never met you, I wouldn't feel the pain of losing your sweet love. 
But if I'd never met you, I wouldn't know the pleasure of ecstasy's warm gifts and memories to treasure.

I feel you here, 
are you really gone?

I gasp aloud at the realization, you're not here; you never will be again.
I wilt like a waterlily in the desert.
I walk around in a daze.

Michael, 
If raindrops were tears and it rained every day, 
the rain couldn't wash my heartache away.