It seems like forever since I was last near to you
And time claims to heal everything
But some things are beyond repair
Why is it that whenever I see
The sun reflect diamonds off the tranquil water it's you my mind drifts to,
That on balmy days in May the wind speaks your name as it rustles through the glossed leaves of an oak?
I want to forget the things you have done with me, the bad and the good but
The essence of you has left a fiery imprint on my very being, one that will never cease to exist.