Since you’ve been gone, two years have passed –
Enough to get all set.
But, though I should move on, at last,
I’m still not over you, yet.

I still look back with a mournful gaze
On what could have – should have! – been
In those frenetic, white-hot days
Before my life caved in.

I know that grieving times gone by
Detracts from my life now.
I’m like a bird which longs to fly
But can’t remember how.

And, though I wish I could forget,
I’m still not over you, yet.

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