You

You walked with me and you left,
You talked and sang with me and you left.
You are my river friend,
You are the sky, the fields of my village,
You are the smell of the land I knew,
You are the wind that took away the springs,
You are the lost songs we sang.
And you left like the years passed.

And whenever I am alone,
You always come back with a breeze,
You speak of the innocence lost in time,
You bring flowers from the graves we dug.
And your gift, a lump in my throat.

Please don't come when I stop by the trees,
Don't tell me tales of the friends I lost,
Don't be reflections when I stare in the mirror.