Her laugher is so far from me
it does not seem I ever knew it
odd for I am not even sad
only tired of imagining

I spend my days beside the sea
waiting until I can be free
though now I doubt that can be
think of me

I am already dead
to everyone I knew
and every place I’ve been
I am already dead
think of me

Some afternoon off Berkeley
as you sail across the bay
look down into the water
and think of me
I am not there
to think of me
and as you kiss him
think of me
did I love you
think of me

and though you never knew me
and though I am now surely dead
someday when I am deader
think of me in the evening
when you are alone and quiet
think of me

yet even as I ask it
I am somehow pleased to know
that I might as well ask sea gulls
eating fish contentedly
to think of me.

Coach albinv