So that touch you left on my cheek this morning was a goodbye?
No stories, blames or lies,
Just the end of our days that we had side by side?
Without a care in the world,
you were and always will be my girl.
Those autumn mornings when we used to pick the remnants of the summer blooms,
the sun set earlier on these days,
apple cinnamon cider mugs in our hands,
warming our insides as we listen to the bands,
these days will come to an end, to begin
when I see you again...and you left my world, but you will always be my girl.