I'm parked next to the spot
you proposed to me
only it's not winter
and you're not here anymore
but somehow I can look over
and hear you laughing
about my grandmother and how
she won't be able to nag us
about getting married anymore
sometimes I wonder
if we didn't try hard enough
to make it work
I know I gave up on you
maybe a little too soon
I guess we both made some mistakes
there are days that I wonder
if I could ever forgive you
but most days I know
I still can't.