The wind blows through the trees
Making an erie sound as I walk down the deserted street
I see you there
Clad in the garments of your choice
So strange, yet so familiar
You look the same as the last time I saw you
Bringing back memories of a time when you were mine
Before you found her
I try to hide before you see me
To face you would be more than I can bear
With one last sad look at your beautiful face
I turn the corner
And you are gone
But the memories remain
