When the End Comes

[Patsy Stone]

If you should catch a glimpse of sadness in your eyes
when you see them in a reflection, sing a happy song.

If the new normal is that we should never speak again,
praise and exalt the time we had together,
because that's what I'll remember.

If things were left unsaid, if questions remain unanswered,
if we never see each other's smile again,
I'll focus on the wonder and beauty of each other
as we were.

Should life's plan decide it's over,
should it, in its (some say) infinite wisdom,
decide we should never be near each other again,
you may be tempted to think of the pain,
but my remaining days will be spent telling you I love you.