I end up turning these pages over and over,
No matter how hard I try;
Fondly I read everything,
Alone I smile and alone I cry.
All the dreams have died young,
And happiness too comes covering despair;
On some days with every breath, I remember,
The little beautiful time we had in our share.
In the colors of these skies,
I see the color of those eyes;
The eyes that said so much,
Denying the words that carried lies.
I keep my eyes closed,
When these winds touch me slowly;
As if they are bringing to me the old songs,
To make such evenings less lonely.
Funny how time flies,
Everything you wished slowly fades away;
But the bits and pieces of what you loved dearly,
Remain alive in you anyway.