My tears are not of loss But of time too quickly gone. I miss our days together Even while they’re going on. I savor odd, sweet moments When you laugh or when you smile, Nostalgic for your presence Though you’re with me all the while. Strange how fantasy Can wander in and out at will, Looking back from somewhere That is just beyond a hill. And so when once you leave You will not leave me alone, For I will have you with me Long, long after you are home.