Just because it's over
doesn't mean it didn't happen . . .
doesn't mean it wasn't beautiful,
even with the pain.
You're lovely to remember,
and looking back then feeling
like I'm walking very slowly
through a soft and misty rain.
And a beautiful sadness comes over me.
I remember touching
and then slowly catching fire.
It was nothing less then wonderful.
How I wanted you!
My life was overflowing
with warm and perfect moments
that will see me through forever,
then another day or two.
Though, I've never been so lonely,
I'm happy in a way
for the love that I still feel
when I think of you today.
And a beautiful sadness comes over me.