The water splattered on my lenses
Falling on my coat and I look up
To see the graying rainy sky...
But you were not sitting as expected
I don't know where else you could be.
Maybe sleeping and dreaming?
Or maybe wishing I was near?
A man asks me to spare some money
For a bus ride to God knows where,
So I give him every dollar that I have.
I'm just walking a little slower
In the cool November air.
I'm missing you more than normal
And wishing you were here.