It was just hitting noon
When I thought about you 
Under waves of the afternoon heat

I could picture your stare
How we danced everywhere 
How your love always tasted so sweet .
But a cloud met the sun
And nostalgia won
As I stood in the shade all alone

Thinking “how could it be?”
Thought it’d always be me
To tell others that you were my home

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