Now wherever I go

there's a piece of you

in every person I know

and the things they do.

In a bright toothy smile

or an eyes' brilliant sparks,

these are all worth my while

as they were once your marks.

Like a heavy grey Moon

on a lone starry sky,

you disappeared too soon

'cause the time flew by.

And as Sahara's water

dried up, you went away.

The Sun was way hotter

than you needed to stay.

The wind whispers every day

about my shared future lost,

and the lake's water will say

it is better left in the frost.

I know our time's long overdue,

but I still can't stop hoping

to see you in the early day's dew;

there's only dry grass every morning.