To "Ana"

There are more stories left to tell,
more songs left to sing
more tears to cry,
more landscapes to enjoy,
music to play,
pain to cry out,
fires to burn,
winds to blow,
celebrations to dance at,
friends to drink to;

And all I can think of,
tossing and turning in my bed,
suffering lonesome as I am,
are those more years there are left to come for me,
to be passed without you.