We walked the lonely street

Our feet keeping the beat

Of a song not sung, of a word not said

I walked in front, yet you led.

We traveled over grass, pavement, and sea

Swam the mighty channel in 1963

There was always something left to do

Something left for me and for you.

Time passed slowly, then quickly, then too fast

Ah, how I wished those times could last

When you and I were still one

One being running under the sun.

But fate had not meant for us to stay

Together we parted, walking away

I left you memories, good times and good fun

You left me nothing but the words “We’re done.”

So here I type, while looking out on a lonely street

One where you and I kept the beat

To a song not sung, a word not said

Even though I walked in front, you led.