I awoke today with thoughts of you,

then again that’s nothing new.

To one more time hear your voice

before you were taken away,

You had no choice.

The love songs play, exacerbating my hurt

I lie every night in your

pin striped shirt.

Just one more call, all I want is a chat.

To hear you speak once more

about this and that.

You windsurfed into my life

and rectified all my past hurt

but now all I have left

is your tear-sodden pin striped shirt.