I used to see you everywhere
On every city street;
The faces might be strange to me
No one I’d ever meet
And yet, I’d see your face in them,
The color of your hair:
It didn’t matter where I went
I saw you everywhere
But time – it laughs at shadows, and
The glances just grew less;
I didn’t see you anymore
And much to my distress
I found one day that hope had died
That last gasp of romance –
No crowd seems so exciting as
When there was still
A chance
