last year I asked myself
if I would still be writing
about you when you're
no longer in sight and
thousands of miles away

but I saw you in the fallen
leaves I heard your voice
with the roar of the wind
I still see you in my dreams
and I still think of you

last night I asked myself
why you still crossed my
mind from time to time
because I haven't heard
from you since you left

I could cry or tear a little
about you but instead I
am writing about you
for all the wrong reasons
and you will never know