I sat one day at the table and remembered,
Because my coffee was too sweet,
The time of walks and wonderlands,
And where we used to meet.

To simple stars and great big clouds,
All troubled dreams we'd shout,
And then we'd run by house and stream,
Till our sweet daylight had run out.

"Time catches up to all of us" --
You nagged me, and I'd jeer,
But now a man has loved dearly and lost,
A flower he held so near.

My dear, you died so suddenly,
So swiftly, and then gone,
But at home our flowers were not yet watered,
And your memory pushed me on.

And so for both of us I now carry dear,
Our old and aged sweet smiles,
I'll pour sugar to my coffee, my hand will slip,
And I'll see the girl for whom I'd have walked miles.