I'm walking, lonely, down the street,
November, rain, the trees are bare.

Neon flickers, something sweet,
is promised here, but

I don't care.


Construction cranes climb in the skies
in greyish sky and no-one's there,

old houses stood here, memory lies -
not anymore though.

I don't care.


Those plans we had, when last we laughed
our dreams, so powerful and fair!

Now we know it was for naught,
its one year later;

I don't care.


It's not as if you hadn't tried
to live, I know, since, I was there,

but in the end you lost that fight.
I did live on, but

I don't care.


Still, in my dreams I hear you laugh,
as I play childish, with your hair.

Within my mind you are still tough,
this is not real, though

I don't care.


More sleep than wake, I spend my day
to seek you, when I'm not there,

in this world though, I fade away.
It doesn't matter,

I don't care.


Soon, I'll be with you again.
Just a small step, if I, dare?

With you, forever, if I can.
No longer here though -

I'll be there!