How can I remember you


How can I remember you
How can I capture in words
What you were to me, are to me

How can I say to you
How looking at you made my day

How can I write in words
How my world shattered when you left

How can I even begin to imagine
a life without you

How can I, not see you everyday and
Not feel my soul evaporate

How can I see someone in love and
not lament what I've lost

How can I walk these roads
where we used to walk

How can I bare these walls
which still echo your voice

How can I laugh when your
not here to share it

How can I breath
When your not here to hear it

How can I tell the story
Where is my happy ending


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