Are these the days
I'll look back,
fondly on?

when I think,
how could this life
get any worse- you're not
here and I'm in love
with your ghost.

But baby, we had
it good.
When the nights weren't
so cold
and the hope of blossoming
love was still
budding with
the charm of
August nights
and endless
fits of song

Are these the days I'll look back fondly on?