Tonight I sit on this bench under the treetop balcony,
Reminiscing on the past years of my beautiful life,
The feeling of your hand pressed within the grasp of mine,
While we talk about how amazing the sunset looks,
Pointing out the clouds like we used to back in middle school,
Only today I sit on this bench with this empty feeling beside me,
My hand cold and lacking from the warmth of your own,
A tear forming and rolling down my wrinkled cheeks,
There is a cloud that looks like the cutest little dog,
It’s honestly such a shame that you’re not here to see it too.