I thought I was over you; I couldn’t be more wrong.

Today reminded me of you, listening to an old song.

I’m nowhere near over you, fooling myself, that’s me.

Your happy face, I miss so much and so long to see.

 

How do those brave people do it…I’d love to know?

Did their tears find another place to pack up and go?

My tears are different, looks like they’re here to stay.

I struggle through yet another friendless, hollow day.

 

I’ve put on a brave face; it might fool others I guess.

It’s my secret that after all this time, I miss you no less.

I’ve seen you in the distance, I wanted to speak to you.

But I held myself back, as what good would that do?

 

So I watched you walk away, till your shadow was small.

Then I felt a tear or two, down my cheek slowly crawl.

I felt I was back to square one with each tear that fell.

My dreams, they don’t lie, the full story they have to tell.