I sit on thecouch
And a song comes on
It used to be your song
Now I sit and I slouch
And marvel at what I'vecome upon
It is you
I remember sitting on the bus
In those cold winter mornings
I remember thinking about us
As I listened to these songs
I remember the cold window
That reminded me of your hand
I remember the nights I broke down
And I couldn't even stand
I remember seeing the countryside
And wishing I could see you instead
I remember the day you left
For I am still dead
I no longer see that vivid spectrum
Just likeI no longer see your face
I no longer have enthusiasm
And I no longer feel your embrace
I remember all of our memories
Which are poems in themselves
But most importantly
As I currently drown in my own tears
I remember my emotions
Because
They still exist
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