Think Of Me - Andrew Lloyd Webber


think of me

think of me fondly

when we've said goodbye


A parting kiss before the eternity that yawned before them.


remember me every so often

promise me you'll try


Weeks before they would meet again, weeks of dreams and thoughts that would echo in their heads... alone.


on that day - that not so distant day

when you are far away and free

if you ever find a moment

spare a thought for me


Waiting and counting the days until autumn.


and though it's clear

though it was always clear


Of course, they couls still owl each other, though it wouldn't be the same.


that this was never meant to be


They wouldn't be able to hold hands, to see each other's faces, or even just sit and feel the body heat radiating from each other.


if you happen to remember

stop and think of me


A smile as one's hand wipes away another's tear.


think of august when the trees were green

don't think about the way things might have been


Perhaps next year it would be easier. Perhaps it would be different.


think of me

think of me waking

silent and resigned


Not everyone changed over the summer. They could still be together, no matter what he... no matter what happened.


imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind


Another kiss to quell a sob, hair brushed back gently from watered eyes.


think of me please say you'll think of me

whatever else you choose to do


A sigh when the kiss broke and a whispered promise.


there will never be a day when

I won't think of you


The rain pored down, pathetic fallacy for their hard day.


flowers fade

the fruits of summer fade


The sound of droplets hitting metal drowning out the sound of students meeting parents and calling cheerfully to each other.


they have their season so do we


Drowning out their whispers of love and comfort to each other.


but please promise me

that sometimes,


The rain falling, now masking their tears from their parent's prying eyes.


you will think...


... drowning out the sound of their hearts breaking...


...of me