Do you think of me from time to time?
Do you turn when you believe you have heard my voice,
Do you gaze a little harder when you glimpse my form in a crowd.
Do you think of me?

Everyday that passes has at least one thought of you in it,
I hear your voice echo in the breeze and often stop to remember the stories you once told.
I see your face out of the corner of my eye, how often I wish it you, and am filled with sadness when it is not.
There is not a day gone by that I have not thought of you.