1 Year

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

It's been a year. I think about you a lot, my friend. Pink Floyd still has a fascinating way of popping on when I pass That Field that I think you'd like.