You

I sit here and think of you
When the phone rings
I rush to answer
I hope it is you
I can’t listen to music
Every song makes me sad
I think of you
When someone walks down the hall
I get tense
I hope it is you
I can’t read a book
Every few lines I picture your face
I think of you
When I check on my clothes
I hear cars pull up and start to cry
I hope it is you
I sit alone in silence and look at your picture
What I do doesn’t matter
All I see – All I hear
I will think it is you
I will hope it is you