And you made these stupid meatballs.
And you said “I love you, I love you John”,
And I didn’t know what to do,
And I still don’t know what to do.
I waited and you kissed me…
I said, “Listen, I don’t know, I really love you…”.
And you smiled at me,
You smiled so far away the way you do…
And the distance grew farther and farther,
Until one day you were gone.
And, in all the words I remember: “I am here now,
Writing these loving things,
Thinking about making you meatballs,
Thinking about how you feel in my arms”.
And, silently you say to me:
“I love you John, I love you so much—
And every day I miss you,
And every day, I want you to hold me,
Think about me making meatballs”.