- This mist, this winter reminds me of you,
- How a cup of coffee used to be an excuse,
- Watching the sky turn black to blue,
- How your words were a source of amuse,
- Times we talked about sky, moon, you and me,
- Letting the stars witness our smiles,
- The way you used to care, you used to be,
- Vanishing all the distances of miles.
