I thought of you today,
and the words you spoke of yesterday…

You said you loved me best,
and not to worry about the rest…

But to see your love not in your eye,
to know that it was her, and not I…

I suffered a blow that was so cold,
my heart now like the dead untold…

But then you wept a most dry tear,
for why I asked and you could not hear…

Your face of gloom, your eyes of sorrow,
in knowing that I would not be there upon tomorrow…

And when the sun shone high above the trees,
I was gone from within your leaves…

No more will there be a laugh or a song,
when you heart begins to pound like the gong…

No more will there be summer, or spring…
the colors all faded into the black of forever rings…

The times you said would be a never,
have with heartache and pain rung together…

I thought of you today,
and the words you spoke of yesterday…

And when I thought of them unfearfully,
a tear, not shed fell quietly…

How many more tears must be felt,
how many more fears must be dealt…

To know that you are no more,
to see before me the closed door…

Yes, I thought of you today,
and the words you spoke of yesterday…

But today was new, and I did not cry,
as I did when they were dry…

I did think of you today,
and those words you spoke to me on yesterday,

But did yesterday come? even at all?
or was it my imagination that nearly made me fall?