Another year and I still miss you,
the sweet song of your voice
the things we'd say
on the telephone.
I never thought I'd lose
the chance to say goodbye.
You spoke about that rose;
summer was hot and dew was
heavy on the grass
How could I know that our talk
would become the last?
You gave me life and
taught me how to love
you'd pen your heart on paper
and I would not forget
that words were a myriad gift
a sweet and pure outlet.
Love came in your eyes
every time we met,
life never seemed to change
the special light they'd get.
You know I'm more than I was then
I wish that you could see,
the colors of my life
and what your girl would be.
