As I'm walking I see the place we'll meet;
it's on an unfamiliar street.
Many have met here in the past
Memories are made here
memories that last!

There are flowers and wreaths, pictures and more;
tear stained letters, weathered and torn.
It's an unlikely place to meet an old friend
but we just never knew how it would end.

I had to come; I've got things to say;
I just wish there was some other way.
To say “I have missed you!” seems out of place
I wish we were able to speak face to face.