Will you remember this day,
as I remember this day?
The leaves falling like snow,
the air fresh and crisp.

Children running down the river,
through the iron gates to the park.

Wearing thick gloves, I can see the coffee rising from your cold lips
The autumn air shakes the trees, and my hands.
I see you, we walk and talk,
but we don't feel the same.

But will she remember, and will he remember, and will we remember,
the same day, This Day.