You Asked Me What I Am Doing

You asked me what I’m doing Sitting in this warm summer wind; Late in the night beneath the moon light Hoping I’ll see you again. After all these years of wondering Whatever became of our dreams? When we were so young and climbing the rungs Of living beyond our means. Criticizing, antagonizing Each other day by day; What became of the love that burned like flames And ashes, we threw it all away. As time took its toll as we both grew old And traveled to opposite ends; You took to high mountains and I to low rivers Swearing never to return again. To that place we once stood together Promising ‘til death do we part; Until we shredded that vow and swore somehow Never ever make a new start. Now you ask me what I’m doing Sitting in this warm summer wind; Thinking of you and the love we once knew And does goodbye really mean the end?