The After Taste of Sweet N' Low

I think about you often    
and pray you're sailing gentle seas.  
I dream about you frequently,  
more often than not it seems.  
   
I love you now,    
and forever more.  
Though we had to part, booboo,  
we never closed the door.    
   
We covered this town with X's O's and Z's  
I see them hung in old hotspots,  
like wind chimes ringing memories. . .
Sweet N Low...  
Sweet N Low...  
Sweet N Low...  
 
I'm sorry for the shifting roads    
and that they had to part.    
I'm sorry for the heavy load  
that weighed down on our hearts.    
   
I hope you look back fondly,    
from a place that's far away,  
and that Sweet N' Low with your peachtea  
sparks memories of our* sunny days.