Every Now And Then

Every now and then I still find myself
Thinking about the things we used to share.
I still stop by that park at night, looking at fireflies,
The same fireflies we used to chase.

I’m taking a different road now,
Somewhat different from the road I hoped
I would be walking down forever
With you, holding your hand.

Do you still twirl your hair when you’re thinking,
Or talk to yourself when you walk?
Are you still unable to sleep before dawn?

Do you sometimes think about me too?

I don’t know where you are now,
But I hope you are happy
Holding another’s hand,
Even if it’s not mine.