I find him in my thoughts
when I wake up, when I fall asleep 
when the sun sets over the mountains,
leaving a haze of purple, oranges, and reds painted across the sky.
Seeing us together on that mountain road, 
watching his eyes as the canyon walls surrounds us,
the waterfall flowing down the side. 
At times feeling lost or empty without his hand in mine,
feeling lucky, 
but still unsure of what she really has. 
His voice on the other end of the phone, 
yes she can't find the words to tell him 
She smiles to herself, 
thinking of him
grasping onto something real
For at times it seems like a dream. 
There's a glimmer of her dreams becoming real, 
if he doesn't roll out with the next storm
as easy as he came in with the setting sun.