The infinite count

I think I must have missed it 
or it had gone with the wind,
escaped from the window
of our open hearts.

You saw a crack in me,
which no one did,
and filled it with warmth,
which I'd never been given.

I'm thinking I've missed it
or I was maybe blind
the moment you kissed me
you lit me up with your starlight. 

I think I miss you
and I think I don't
because you're somewhere else,
but the warmth is in me.

If my words ever reach you
know that I'm still here.
And I can feel your presence,
and your voice is the only song I hear.

You keep my fire growing,
you give me strength,
I keep the feeling, knowing,
that forever is a lonely hill.