I stroll through fields
Where we once walked.
With hand in hand,
We seldom talked.
The grass and trees
Are all still there,
But you’re not here,
And they’re aware.
I saw the sun
Just yesterday.
He asked me why
You went away.
The gentle stream
Where we once sat,
This morning we
Had us a chat.
He asked me why
I was alone
And if I knew
Where you had gone.
I simply cried
And told him that
I didn’t know
Where you were at.
You can’t forget
A love once true
With all your friends
Reminding you.
April 13, 1979
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