She seems a distant memory
faded in blue jean days
and dim like a cooling star

And when I walk among
our child-like trees
I wonder where
her whispers are

Once we wandered
unafraid
into the evening
where we played

Once we danced
in sneakers
and snuck into
moonlit rooms

Now I read these leaves
that fall from my broken heart
All this beauty was wasted on me
and it's tearing me apart