I walk upon this same old path,
Where nothing’s seemed to change,
Yet everything feels different,
Somehow this place feels strange.
I have walked here many times,
But without her it’s something more,
Like this is a whole new place,
So different than before.
I no longer have her hand to hold,
As we stroll this track,
Kicking up the autumn leaves,
Not wanting to turn back.
I don’t have her gorgeous smile,
To warm the coldest chill,
Never will I smell her scent,
Against the wind’s blowing will.
This path is nothing like it was,
Now that she is no longer here,
And to think it never will be,
Is something that I fear.
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