Of all the people 
in all the world 
through all the years 
there was just one 
who I wished would 
walk through my door 
again and he did 
miracles happen and dreams 
do sometimes come true 
so never stop hoping 
or believing or trusting 
that there’s more to 
this life and happiness 
thing than we know 

And he’s gone 
but not forgotten 
back to life
me to mine 
his is busy
mine not much
he still has 
fights to fight 
whereas I simply 
quietly remember mine 
he brings excitement 
I bring peace 
salt and pepper 
bread and butter 
ketchup and mustard 
what we are
delicious standing alone 
scrumptious when combined