I remember us laughing in the park Where togetherness took a flying start. Now that you're gone something's been ripped out My head aches from life's heavy clout. I still function, can work very well but feel like a toiling, empty shell. The smile in my face is not very deep it lives somewhere else in a winter retreat. My inbox just grows like my dirty dishes, My soul sends out longing, solemn wishes. I try to cheer up, but to no avail I cry TV tears while lonely I wail. My palace of light became a candle of hope I long for the fragrance of somebody's soap That cleanses my body for a new, daring start And gives me a shiny, smiling new heart.