that our hearts once beat in synchrony
and that our lives are soaked in irony
that i know your favorite wine
and that you too know which is mine

that i still can feel your gentle touch
and that i can miss it so, so much
that you can hear my voice through words
and that yours still sounds like songs of birds

that i still sing your favorite song
in hopes one day you’ll sing along
that when i whisper i love you
i imagine that you say it too