All those wasted days and nights
When I could have been with you.
I dreamed of you and the years flew;
We clung together under dappled white clouds
We strolled on the beach and swam in the sea;
All just in my mind living in what might have been.
And what of you, did you think of me;
Have you had wasted years or were you free
Did you dream of me in your arms at night
Was I in your mind in the new day’s light?
No telephone, mail or text from you received
So I must perceive to you, I am deceased.