Turn to Tell

I turn to tell him things

I still make tea for two

I keep the kitchen clean

The way he'd want me to

Start again, but I'm not ready to move on

'Cos I still turn to tell him, I love him

But he's gone

I miss the mess he made

Of my head when we fought

Over such silly things

I wish we could have talked

A little more, spoke instead of screamed

'Cos when I turn to tell him, I love him

He's just a dream

I lost the second chance

When fate led time away

I keep his picture close

So his memory won't fade

Alive in me, forever with my soul

So when I turn to tell him, I love him

I think he knows