I wonder if you ever dream of other days,
Because, sometimes, at twilight when the sunset plays
Half wistfully across the polished oaken floor,
I see you smiling--standing in your place once more.
(Do you remember little things we used to say?
They wouldn't mean so very much to us today....
Do you remember how I wore a gown of blue,
Because it brought the haze of autumn clouds to you?
Do you remember how I said you didn't care--
And how you laughed at me and rumpled up my hair?
Do you remember how the tears stood in my eyes
At your goodbye when darkness overhung the skies?)
I wonder if you ever dream of other days?
Because, sometimes at twilight when the sunset plays
Half wistfully across your empty cozy-chair,
I turn and half expect to see you smiling there!
