In photographs

I've seen him laugh

Man overboard

Sun on his back

 

Summer was here

I remember it well

How he stood in the shade

How we both kissed and fell

 

How can this be?

There's nothing left here

How can this be?

There's nothing left here

 

So sad our

So sad our

So sad our

So sad our

Our memory

 

Now he talks in his sleep

Says I've never known peace

And I don't know him now

He's a stranger to me

 

How can this be?

There's nothing left here

How can this be?

There's nothing left here

 

We were

Never more than a dream

Brief as

Summer or spring

Sweeter than anything