Sometimes I think about you.
I remember your gentle manner,
The assertiveness you use
when you talk about things you are passionate about,
...and I miss you.
There are so many things I miss,
And so many ways I miss them,
I don't even know how to understand it all.

It is timeless, this love,
I forget about the wrinkles under my eyes for a minute.
And I am young,
lost in time
--And you are my friend again.