may.

i dream of being in your arms.
i dream of you, of May, of what could have been.

she's such a sweet little girl in my dreams,
at the river, where we'd meet,
she comes to me with her arms wide,
and her hair is braided the way you always did with me.

she rescues a baby bird and names him tweet,
she is soft and kind and slips the cats too many treats,
i see myself in black hair and shaking hands,
you will hold me, remind me, i was never bad.

she sneaks into our bed at night.
she calls you 'dad'.