Waiting for my return
Take a chair and wait for me
There were days when I would return
Now the days are more few and far between
We are getting older, I cannot return so often
But we meet in good weather
Perrhaps outside, warming in the sun
Inside in the warmth, perhaps with a cup of coffee, or tea
We are now separated, living in two places
A lonely life for both of us
When we meet we are reunited longing for the days gone bye
Our thoughts are together, our love not being forgotten
We still have the memories of what we had