You’ re just out of earshot
Just out of sight
At the point where shadows become one with the night

Just over the horizon
On the cusp of tomorrow
With the glimmer of silver the moon seems to borrow

In the back of my mind
And the tip of my tongue
In a face half remembered
From when I was young

Just behind the curtain of sleep
As I wake
And in the last drop of dew
Before the day as it breaks

You’re almost, not quite
Never truly here
But just gone, shortly missed
Just not enough, I fear.