A book in hand

As we share coffee In bed

Or your head

Rested on my chest

Oh the things

That could’ve been

Toes in the sand

Boating in rafts

Or walking cobbled paths

Mats on the grass

As we picnic in the park

The places we could

Have seen
My love, my dear

I’m always here

I’m sorry, I’m yours

The words we could

Have said

Are just all in my head