We all enjoy a new flavor
But he can never remember you at twenty five
Full of hope and wonder, seeing the world as possible.

He can never hold you knowing what its like to watch you give birth
He can never wake up next to you knowing for sure that you make him whole
He can never feel your hand upon his leg the way that I did and smiled in silence.

In the dark perhaps you'll remember my name
remember the way I sought you in the early hours of morn.

In the light he'll never have what it takes to hold you when hair grays, bones brittle and teeth rot.
In the light he'll never see you as the link that makes all whole and holy.