The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams he is alive again
Without his presence, I feel lost and sore
The truth of loss, no human can ignore
It tears our heart to pieces with its pain
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet sentimental offerings I abbhor
When parted from the love with whom I’d lain
Without his presence, I feel lost and sore
No give and take of love, the shore is bare
The tide is out so far the waves complain
The face that was familiar is no more
On the sea’s edge, we would walk and stare
Now I walk alone is this my shame?
Without his presence, I feel lost and bare
By my write the inner rhythm’s regained
The art of losing well may be attained
The face that was familiar is no more
With him I found sweet sea shells on the shore
