old mans heartbreak - or - hopeful for reuniting

the time on my clock it read 1:42
and i was lying in bed just thinking of you
your scent in my head was lingering on
your memories fresh though you may have gone
i laid there dreaming for what seemed like hours
thinking sweet things, like comparing you with flowers
our time seemed so brief, yet lasted us years
i can still hear your sweet voice playing tunes in my ears
the angels took you so young, why not me instead
without you around my heart feels like lead
i think of you always, these long lonely nights, i do
yet my clock always seems to read 1:42

c.d.lee