Today I watched the end of a golf tournament on the television
It was a close match, and was decided in a sudden death playoff
And for a moment, I was transported back to my youth, watching golf with you in the living room on Sundays
I remembered how the late afternoon light seemed to float through the room like a golden haze
Our bellies full, we would talk about different players, how we would play the course, and our excitement would bubble over when there was a dramatic finish
There was something comforting about the time we shared doing that, something profound in the mundanity of it all
But then it turned sour, and the air grew grey and cold
Because I knew that I could not share this memory with you
These are the days I mourn for us
I grieve the loss of you, yet you still walk this earth
Maybe in another lifetime, we will be together again, and we will be able to understand each other with love
I will know where to find you
