When you fall asleep
And dream of me
In that empty pool of sorrow
I hope I look like meadows and sunshine and flowers
Instead of the oil and sanguine and smoke that I see
And when you remember me
Remember the times I held your thumb when you were anxious
Or when I'd tap three times on your hand to tell you I love you
And when you'd tap four times back to say you love me more
Instead of the steady tapping my foot now does waiting for someone who can come close to you
And if you move on
And find someone who looks at you the way that I did and still
Remember the times you looked at me that way
or shook your head but still laughed at one of my awful jokes
or the times we told each other about our life goals and the dreams we wish to accomplish
Then maybe I won't be
a stranger who completes you