Those times, through my mortal fingers, slipped,
When you’d touch my face & lower lip,
And our eyes would meet to tell same tales,
That our hearts never deemed stale.
You were here for me, as I was for you,
Like this world was only for two,
‘Til death found your conspicuous trail
And yanked you off like a bird of prey.
Then you left me, all by my clumsy self,
To the books in my dusty shelf.
Then my whole began to shatter,
Like a body of sand in the wind of summer.
I drank from bottles of depression,
And feasted the tissues of pressure.
Only to lay on the bed of our memory,
And thread the path of our story.
I called you mama ’cause you were my friend,
And lover ’cause you were till the end,
I still sing our anthem every night
And laugh to your verse like every thing is alright…