I really need to stop writing about you...

Every year since, it's always back in

Some way, and although it's 26 years now,

My finding myself back in our old haunts

Makes it all the more difficult this year.

I've moved on so far that being there

Really hits me like a ton of bricks.

Every corner I look at, I see us there,

And I remember our long talks,

Our lives and what it was all about then.

Man, I wish you were still here...