Sometimes I wonder
How would my life have changed
If you had been there beside me all throughout
If you hadn't left us too soon
I wonder

Sometimes I see things you wrote
Intended for the eyes of your three children
So that they would not feel alone in this huge, anxious world
And I imagine that you left it there this morning
For me to see so I would know you loved me
And I wonder

Sometimes I write things to you
Those things you'll never get to see
Public words so people know I have not forgotten you
Words whispered in the dark to pictures that had been hidden away
And those words well up into tears once again
I think I'm over it this time, for sure
And I hate to wonder

Sometimes I remember I'm pursuing dreams
The ones that you believed in since I was young
And I see your picture there at home on the fridge every day
Imagining your support that I long for, out of reach
I wonder what you'd think of me now?