sometimes i feel you behind me
your breath on my neck
'n sometimes i see you beside me
and on my cheek a peck

then the tears inside me
well up in my eyes
and i hear you chide me
with words wondrous wise

i wonder how you'd be
had you lived your lot
you'd be old eighty-three,
not lying in a plot

you'd have your sparkle in your eye,
your smile, your love, your embrace,
but now they're with me, till I die
till we come face to face.