It wasn't always just like this,
we used to date you know.
We met one day in classifieds
seems like so long ago.

We wrote each other constantly,
then asked if he could phone me.
We made a date, one day to meet
a place called China Sea.

So many things have happened since;
But I still miss him so.
I miss the way he made my laugh.
I need to tell him so.

He used to sing me little songs,
some songs I'd sing to him.
We laughed, we played, we shared
we loved, and then, to my dismay;
Something came up from my past,
I had to go away.

I need to write what's on my mind,
of how I feel today.
We weren't together very long
but long enough to know;
that in my heart he'll always be
so special; won't let go.

He sends me cards,
I write him notes;
that's how we keep in touch.
I need for him to know that I
care deeply; very much.

I know that we must be apart
and yet; it means a lot--
to have him stay right here with me;
right here within my heart.

Poem: © PCE 1998

In This Life
 by Collin Raye

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