And if ever you find yourself walking down that boulevard again,

Holding back those tears you've been keeping in for a while after seeing a lone shadow behind you instead of two,

After you've passed through every street and walls your laughs used to echo to,

And until you reach your doorstep
when he used to walk you home,

When he would finally let your hand go,
and whisper words of good and night,

Where he softly let go of words the words good and bye,

Where you listened to the quiet as you saw fate drove him away on that red car,

Remember that as time heals the most grevious of wounds that has pierced your skin,
So it does to the most broken of hearts.