And sometimes I forget
you’re gone.
So close you feel, it’s easy to forget
You won’t be coming back, or picking up the phone
to call me,
Check that I’m okay.
(I still do that:
pick up the phone and
call your number,
wonder why it isn’t you who answers…)
Sometimes I forget
the past,
So real it seems, it’s easy to forget
I won’t be going home and rushing through the door
to hug you,
check that you’re okay.