Nights and days of many lives

"And when we're dancing, it almost feels the same

I've got to stop myself from whisp'ring your name
And it's just breaking my heart
'Cause she's not you
'Cause she's not you"

It's hard to believe that it has happened not-so-earlier in your past that it can be called a past! It's still close enough that you can touch it and it still bleeds, and you still weep... It plays in your mind all over and over again - in different colors, flavors, shades, and different times of the day! The chime is so real that you almost hear it ring, and then you wake up in the dark feeling "it's a mere dream..."