Mornings, evenings, day that hurried past.
Dreams that should have lasted.
Moments, hours, slipping by as we,
Told each other secrets.
Somehow, I'll never let go of the memories,
Something always seems to remind me,
Of how it was, of what it was, when it was all there was.
Laughter, love songs, footsteps that I hear,
Make me think you're near me.
Poems, pictures, letters never mailed,
Ships that never sailed.
Remember, that even though we can't be together,
We're more for having loved one another.
We shared the sky, we learned to fly.
Someday, when someone else's arms are around us,
When time has put some distance between us,
The years will kindly show,
How memories come and go -
They ebb and flow, like the tides.
There are quiet places in my heart,
Ever since we parted.
Gentle, tender, traces of a song,
Places that belong to you.
