I awoke today with thoughts of you,
then again that’s nothing new.
To one more time hear your voice
before you were taken away,
You had no choice.
The love songs play, exacerbating my hurt
I lie every night in your
pin striped shirt.
Just one more call, all I want is a chat.
To hear you speak once more
about this and that.
You windsurfed into my life
and rectified all my past hurt
but now all I have left
is your tear-sodden pin striped shirt.
