You left without a backward glance.
I never got a second chance.
You didn’t stop to tell me why,
Or even to say goodbye.

It’s been years since you went away.
I still think of you every day
I wonder how you are,
And if you are near or far.

On every road I travel down,
And every corner I turn round.
I look into every face I pass,
Praying that it’s you at last.

What will I do when it's you I see,
Standing, staring back at me?
Will I scream and rue the day,
Or stand silent with nothing to say?

For its all been said through the years,
With my sadness and my tears.