A memory from the past.
Wherever you go
whatever you see
will you still
remember me
Will you hold on to the memories
that define me
will you grant me a thought
and sometimes even miss me
When everything seems clear
those dreadful moments of sobriety
I start to question it all
is this a sign of insanity
I sure hope that you feel
that the thing we had was real
scattered pieces of something
that now feels so surreal
Through heavy clouds and rain
I begin my quest
the search for a name
and a place to put you to rest
The mist that surrounds me
feels comforting in a way
like a kiss of serenity
now I have nothing more to say