There are times when I miss them,
And there are times when I still scream,
There are times when I forget myself in anger,
Times when I wish my life was the sill of a dream.

There are times when I still cry,
And times where I about drown in fear,
There are times when I must comfort myself,
Times when I come face-to-face with the eyes of that one startled deer.

There are times when I will not listen,
And there are times where l cannot stop,
There are times when I will not blink my eyes,
Times when I will not as much as look up.

There are times when I consider death,
And welcome the thought as warmly as a long-lost friend,
There are times when I almost convince myself,
Times when I think we ought to meet again.