You Stop
Every so often
You Think
You just saw him
But, no, it is someone else
You Look
Every day, all around, for signs of that silly blue box
You Listen
To Puccini more for him now than you do for yourself
You Dream
That you stayed with him
Forever and ever
You Cry
Because he left and you didn't leave with him
You Laugh
Because you never really thought about the stars until you met him
You Hope
That he will come back someday to say hello
You Stop
Because you don't like thinking about things that will never happen
You don't need him to come back
Not anymore