You came crying at my door,
And I sat with you on the steps,
You rested your head on my shoulder,
And I began the story,
Of the person who saved me,
With a “Remember when?”
And you smiled softly,And when I finished the story,
You looked at me,
Softly,
(A expression that didn’t often grace your face,)
And wiped your tears,
And said, “Remember who?”
I remembered you are gone
And that this is an empty, lonely song.