it's not as it used to be
as you can plainly see
not in our hours of daylight
or even late at night
when i hang the picture of your face
on the wall by my resting place
and reach to touch your hair
when i look
you're no longer there
when i thought i couldn't miss
you walked away with your kiss
so you don't miss me
confidentially
like a tango would miss a beat
or a hot rod might miss the street
it's uncertain in my heart
how this stop can become a start
when i saw your smile on Sunday
it was gone again on Monday
i reach to touch your hair
when i look
you're no longer there
