For a second

 Woke up yesterday in a panic

I forget the sound of your voice

For just one second;

I don’t know why you seem so unreal to me now

Maybe you were nothing but a dream  all along

A made up story from the past best left forgotten

But I know it’s so impossible that I imagined you

I see your hand prints in my reasoning

And your words are still in view

I find in you the meaning of a true and valued friend 

and in your smiling face I have a certain inspiration