My eyes are closed.

Many are the pictures that floods my mind now,
most of them, are yours.

I see you, you're laughing,
I see a picture of you, standing near a tree, smiling.
I can see you looking at me, you're waving, I smile.
We look at each other for a while.

You turn to walk away, and I, I try to call you,
I try to run towards you, I try to make you see me!
But I can't... -  For you are not here.

My eyes are open.