It’s that time of year again, when my filter malfunctions more often than I would like, and I mention Melissa more than I should. The rest of the year, when someone says something that triggers a thought or a memory, I just ignore it and keep it in my head. But as her anniversary/birthday approach, the thoughts slip out of my head and past my lips. I’m not feeling depressed, but she is certainly on my mind.
Where are you now Melissa? Are you somewhere in heaven above? I want you to know my Melissa, I’m sending you all of my love. And do angels have wings, Melissa? Can you see us down here on the earth? I want you to know my Melissa, I love you with all that I’m worth. So where are you now, Melissa? Are you up there in heaven above? I want you to know, Melissa, I’m sending you all of my love, my love.