Everywhere I look seems different now

I walk through streets where once I walked with you
Everywhere I look  seems different now
I wring my hands and wonder what to do

I hate these feelings which are both old and new
I know that I should let them be somehow
I walk through streets where once I walked with you

Former losses  entered and they grew.
I must grieve but will not this allow
I wring my hands and wonder what to do

Melancholic states within my soul  now   brew
And hamper me from wielding my old plough
I shiver  in the  streets I walked with you

I must digest my losses  for their clue.
And act upon it  when the time is new.
I wring my hands and wonder what to do

When I grieve ,I  must find out  for who.
As long ago  they mended me with glue
I wander streets where once I walked with you
I wring my hands and wait to get my clue.