walking down the stairs

Even when the ecstasy has faded
and the memory of your voice has become non-existent
still comes a thought
from somewhere within
that you are walking the same way,
doing the same thing,
living the same life that we used to talk about.
And now when you are gone, here all alone
I am walking down the stairs where I first saw you
I am living those memories and remembering you.

Even when the book has been closed
I often turn over the pages of the same chapter
and re-read them (again and again)
and there comes a thought
that you are not
so far away from me than I thought you would be
I see you smiling
your life seems beautiful like it ought to be
Though you are gone, here all alone
I am walking down the stairs where I first saw you
I am living those memories and remembering you.