Looking Back

I’m looking back,
As I oft do when thinking of you
And I wonder,
Are you remembering those times, too?
If I asked you, what would you say?

I’m looking back,
I see the steaming cups of coffee,
The silly grins,
The gazebo, that park now empty--
Why are they how I feel inside?

I’m looking back,
I hear the light-hearted laughter,
The late night talks,
When we discussed our deepest wonders
If I asked you--are they still there?

I’m looking back,
We’re older now, those times have long passed--
But I wonder
If you understand the hole so vast
That inside of me you have left

If I asked you, what would you say?