The Missing

I come here to this quiet place
To remember our last embrace
And I wonder if you think of me
Or If I linger in your memory…

Perhaps you miss our favourite song
Or the way I’d off-key sing along

Perhaps you miss our lazy days
Where we’d wander off and lose our way

Perhaps you miss our late night chatter
Or how our stories made them scatter

Perhaps you miss our private jokes
You’d laugh so hard you‘d almost choke

Or perhaps my reassuring face 
The day I lured you to this place…

I think I’ll linger here a while
Remembering your fading smile
But I wonder if you’ll think of me
Quite as fondly, as I do thee