Today I walk in the sun and its warmth and beauty are as if I am walking with you
Today I listen to the wind in the high grass and think it is as lovely as a sigh from you
Today I see colours so bright and radiant I think of your freckles and hair in the morning sun
Today I put one foot in front of the other and think of the struggles you overcame every day
I have now lost you longer than I ever knew you, and yet I cannot forget this brush with destiny
Such a close call that I can still remember vividly how closely she missed my skin
The heat of that promised touch, the warmth of knowing what might have been
Locked behind bars of cold iron, ever beckoning, yet without hope of fruition
And still, today I walk with the memory of you straining and weighing on my heart
Today I can conjure no rage or reason, so I simply draw the heavy blanket of melancholy around me
Would that you could look at me over your shoulder one last time
Would that you could confide in me that beautiful strength once more
Would that I could quicken your pulse one more time, with the promise of a kiss
Would that you could, just for one more day together, be mine