I do not know a sadder song
Then a happy one remembered
Nary be a verse to long
That it can’t be shortened
Or dismembered

Summers, springs,
Falls, and winters
Cut to smithereens
Fading in our memories
Till only shards of notes remain
Lost
Until the true tune
Returns to us

The song recalled
Calls forth the tears
Turning memories to sadness
Knowing that we were once loved
But cannot get back there again