I wrote this a couple of years ago and just found it again today! Ahh memories!
|I can still hear your calming voice in my head,
I wish this didn't end as bad.
Sometimes I walk alone and this echo comes: 'She was your best friend...'
It comes and vanishes, goes with the wind,
Blows my thoughts away, just like you did!
Memories, memories, that's all we have left,
But isn't it supposed to be like this when we're old and in bed?
And anger arrives, slaps my cheek,
Pride is here down on its knees...
So yeah, we've moved on, probably to a better life,
But I had this idea that you'll always be in mine.