Wizard of my longing
Memory I most prize
Did you cast a spell on me
beneath September skies?
Subject of my deep desire
Glisten welling in my eyes
You must be my conjured dream
My most difficult “good-bye”
If salty drops could magic wield
You’d be here close by my side
Rather, you return a world away
(& your love for me has died?)
As it seems you must forget me
So my tears must leave me blind
Now with lost sight I will wander
through these cities left behind