I have our soundtrack
But I keep giving the songs away
You’re not here
Why should the music go to waste?
I have the perfect words
And I commit them to paper
I want to remember when I had hope in your arrival
There are places I want to take you
I may just end up going alone
I’ll sigh at the moon
And hug myself under the stars
I’ll toast you on New Years
Share a meal with you when I sit by myself
Dance to those harmonies offered up to current loves
Of people not you/me/us
Walk with you down the streets of Paris
Hold your hand on the London Eye
Embrace you on the Brooklyn Bridge
And welcome you in my dreams tonight
GLORIOUS METTLE 