It happened too fast, one winter night.

Suddenly you were gone.

None of us even got to say goodbye.

Not before you were gone.

I miss you sometimes, well, more than that.

But my happiness is not gone.

I see you in gardenias. I hear you in the Beatles.

It’s like you aren’t gone.

But I can’t help from wishing. I can’t help the thoughts saying

I wish you weren’t gone.