When I close my eyes, I see you
sitting in your rocking chair.
I climb onto your lap and am regaled
with stories of maidens fair.

Sometimes, I still smell the pancakes
that you made each Saturday morn’.
I’d sleep at your house the night before
and always felt so safe and warm.

The two of us shared a special bond.
I was your “Number One Girl.”
You were everything to me.
You were my whole world.

I miss our days on the front porch swing
when we’d talk for hours on end.
I’d tell you about my broken heart
and to it, you would tend.

Who am I supposed to talk to now?
Who will wipe away my tears?
Who will give me guidance
and assuage all my fears?

I miss you more than you can know.
I feel so all alone.
I have no one to tell my dreams to,
and no place that feels like home.

I used to go to your old house
when it was unoccupied.
I’d sit on the swing & talk to you,
imagining you were by my side.

When I’d sit there talking to myself,
I’d swear you were next to me.
I’d feel your love surround me
and think, maybe, you didn’t really leave.

So, that’s what I tell myself
when I hear you calling me,
and when I feel your spirit,
surround me so lovingly.

I know you’re watching over me
from somewhere up above the sun.
I hope you know you’re still my whole world,
and I hope I’m still your “Number One.”