"the wind changed, the first day that you came through
cut the corn, washed it clean
now everything that's ever gone before, is just a blur
it's all because of you
and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me
... I once was fooled by cadillacs and honey
but no one feels like you
not like you
not like you
not like you
cause even though the flower fades something takes it's place
a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face"
james vincent mcmorrow
Somehow time does not seem to make the sadness of loss go away. It has settled in now. It is a permanent fixture of my aging face, an implant of my soul.
