And the days following, life is supposed to be normal again
Except some of you is missing
But time gets you past it
As you’ve been told.

And you do, or at least you do in part, get normal again
But the bit that’s missing
You learn to control it
And you grow old.

And all the days from then with a broken jig saw to complete  
You are the bit that’s missing
Nothing can change that
Hearts grow cold.

Then there comes a time when the thought of you brings only a smile
And though you’re missing,
Nothing changes that
Memories are gold.