Someone cut some trees down
Just to open up the sky,
And now I see your old front door
Just by standing here at mine.

And, if we felt like it,
We could have run a string
Right from my widow to your window,
And sent some funny things.

But, a year ago, you left us,
Which I'm sure you don't regret.
Now I don't have my best friend,
And, just a door, I'm left.

Remember when you'd walk to my bus stop
When the mornings got too dark?
You told me that the dog scared you,
But to you I was a spark.

My biggest fear, every day,
Was to find you weren't there,
Waiting in the din of Christmas lights,
And fussing with your hair.

But now that corner's empty,
(Or it might as well be)
Cause there's no one there to light that dark,
No one there for me.

I miss you like crazy,
As I've said a million times,
And I can't wait to see you back
In this broken world of mine.