I hear your voice. I touch your hair.I see the traces. Everywhere. This house of ours we used to share. My dream has turned to nightmare. I sleep no more.I dream no more. There's nothing here to wake up for. I talk no more. I sing no more. Don't function like I did before.I drink again. I smoke again. There's no one here to call my friend.I swear again. I'm mad again. So troubled since I don't know when. (c)jay-jay johanson