I spend much too much time looking to you, my dear.
And if I questioned this reality, it would fail, I fear.
But my dear, can I tell you that I hear your voice in every song I play,
And if you listen close, you’ll understand what I’m trying to say.
I worry, my dear, that I love you too much, that some day I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.
Well that was fifteen months ago today, and my worries are rarely wrong.
I can almost say that missing you is for real,
However, my dear, it seems that that fate was sealed.
My dear, if you return to me, don’t expect a warm embrace,
But only, my dear, if only I could just see your face.
One. More. Time.