Paul Anka

You are very far away.
My fingers remember you
when I speak of us.
But still so, you are very far away.
Tell me, please, I beg you.
Is it cold where you are?
I know she makes it colder,
but you can't bear to tell
yourself she uses you
and finds warmth with others.
Even just for play, she will get
their attention. Knowing full
well it hurts you to think it.
I've loved you from a silent
place, and I will never end
the dream of being.

May I put my head on your shoulder?
Leave my troubles all outside?