Your turmoil within is happening
It is making you sad, twisting throat...

Sometimes I walk mind completely somewhere else,
Other times walk, eye taking in every detail...

Your night is not my day,
your grief is not my relief...

Underneath my apple tree can sit in reverie
Dusk so soft and pink, with hues of deeper blue...

I will never forget that longing, I may never have...
Everything has changed and nothing the same...

Once shy but now never forgotten
He will bend me and mend me rotten...