Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me, though much time has passed and we have not talked, we have not met? Do you ever wonder how I am, what I've done, where I've been? Do you ever picture in your mind how the years have changed my face, lined my brow, slowed my pace? I often think of you, as you were, when I'm blue...how we two would talk the night away then greet the day with smiles and laughter -- ready to face the roads ahead, crooked miles we'd walk alone -- but, after, waiting to relax again, to smile once more, trusting that we'd meet some time and talk all day with nothing changed that counts at all... still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.