When I bake that recipe
Nutmeg fills the kitchen, warm and safe
I miss her
Nutmeg fills the kitchen, warm and safe
I miss her
I pretended to myself so many times
that it was just a matter of time.
She would find a doctor who listened.
A better job. A better place to live,
Where she could finally have a cat.
And it was sometimes so hard to pretend
Past the sadness
When the Macy's Day Parade sparkles
Dancers spin, balloons fly and
The tree is tall in Rockefeller Square
I feel the chill and I miss her
I wanted so much to make things better
But how can you fix what someone won't let you?
Why won't best friends let you?
And then suddenly there won't be another chance
To try to help fix the things that aren't right for her.
Someone gives me attitude about putting on their mask
Someone coughs too close
And I swallow hard
And no words
Will express the depth of how
Terribly much
I miss her
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