I know it’s been a while but I still think of you,
still look across the room for your view,
still feel your presence but it’s not you.
You are up front in my personal review.
Reverse this burden time let us start anew,
return to me my beautiful, beautiful you.
Walk to me my love, you can break through,
I am watching, waiting, listening for you.
Who can break through first to the others view,
who can arrive first next to their personal you?
Pondering in the cemetery, wondering in review,
thinking of how I will always love you.