~ Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table, barely awake, I let precious time go by ~

~ Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can’t deny ~

~ What happened to those wonderful adventures? The places I had planned for us to go? ~

~ Well, some of them we did but most we didn’t, and why I just don’t know ~

~ Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, and save it from the funny tricks of time ~