Of those long, good flights together,
For I know that he loved you well.
Just a month you must wear your trappings,
Your lustreless emblems of woe;
But I’m sure you will miss him forever
Deep down in the heart, you know.
I toss you a sigh, and a heartbreak,
And I give you this truth, in a tear;
The sting of death isn’t dying,
But memory, do you hear?