I remember the nights we’d talk on the phone, Your face on the screen, I’d feel so alone. Not because you weren’t enough—no, not at all, But because I felt lucky, and tears would fall. You’d see me cry, and gently you’d ask, “What’s wrong, my love?”—an easy task. I’d tell you, “It’s you, it’s all because of you, A woman so wonderful, so kind, so true.” I said I’d treasure you, give you my all, Catch every tear, rise with every fall. “I’ll do anything,” I promised with grace, “Just stay with me, don’t leave this place.” And you would smile, and softly say, “You’re strong, my love—wipe your tears away.” But time is cruel, and stories shift, Now we’re pages apart, adrift in the drift. We're writing new chapters, not side by side, But I hope you're well, with nothing to hide. If you ever need someone, look my way— I’m still right here, come what may. Though you're not mine in the way you were, My love remains, steady and pure. And if ever you wander, or lose your way, Know I'll be here… waiting each day.