Oh my darling,
Everywhere I look
There are things
That remind me of you. 

A song or phrase,
The way someone says “hello”.
The little things
Like the way the night sky might look. 

Sometimes as I sit
In the seat I used to
And I almost expect
You to come up behind me. 

Will things ever be the same?
Can we really go back?
Or will we drift apart
Like ships destined for different ports.