It's my self-centeredness that makes me cry. Wetting pillows…with my frozen tears and melting heart I wasn't ready to bid good-bye. I wasn't ready to let her go. And you know I loved her so. It's only me, who is sick here. She left me alone and went somewhere I know that I should rejoice. As she walked through Heaven's haze. Our life still goes on, But, I can't stop thinking of, her smile, her radiance, her feel, and her aroma That aura in her special love. I know that she hears what I say. It was just done in a different way.