You Still Make Me Cry

In my dream you are there 
I see the color of your eyes
The shape of your face
the size of your hands and I scream
Something awakens me as I sit up my tangled hair
My shaking trembling hands
I now know who you are and what you mean
Just my imagination playing tricks on me
We are no more and let go many years have went by
But I can still see your face and you still make me cry