We used to kiss in the grove of old hickory trees and honey bees;
You would tease and I would please.
We used to hold hands along the beach, our passion just within reach;
And each of us promised to teach.
We used to lie side by side, naked under the moon, hide under stars;
Not too soon to move, and sing a lovely tune.
We used to be and see each other — sister, brother; mother, lover;
Was it all a fabricated lie in some sweet by and by?
Now there is not even glances or the casual visit, but do we miss it?
You go your way, and I go mine, and that’s just fine…
But it tears my heart, part by part.
I miss you.