The wind blows cold, but the sun’s shining.
I look across this empty patch of land and I swear I can see you over there laughing.
I remember you always. I even talk to you on bad days.
Though you’re gone, I feel like I can hear you and the things you used to say.
Looking into the woods and the wind is blowing your laugh,
I can’t help but wonder what kind of last moments you had.
Though I’m not happy about how things turned out,
I’m happy to have the memories of the love, laughs and smiles.
Sounds personal. Very smooth.