I look at the trees and I’m reminded of you. Of what we had. And what I missed. I’m reminded of the walks we didn’t get. The seasons passing without you. I’m reminded that for others May is the month of blossoms. But for me, May is the time for tears. The trees are a constant reminder that you’re gone. They’re a reminder of what I had, and what I lost. I’ll look at the trees in September, And I’ll remember what I missed. I’ll look at the trees in the summer, and remember the times at the beach. And I’ll look at the trees in the winter, and remember the midnight walks in the snow. Oh, how the trees are a constant reminder of what I had and what I lost."