I walk these streets thinking of you, as always,
I remember what never happened,
I’m pitched forward in time, nostalgic 
For the moments still unplanned.
You’re with me as I’m walking, as always,
You remind me of things that never were,
You’re somewhere behind me, speaking 
Of events that won’t occur. 
I love you for this ability, as always,
You commemorate what’s come undone,
Don’t be discouraged, you’re thinking
Of the catastrophe to come.