The stories we told and untold,
The memories we remembered and unremembered,
The moments we shared and unshared,
The poems we wrote and unwrote...

But the love we had forgotten, we now unforget.

Frankly, I want more
But frankly,
I don't deserve it 

I had fire in my heart
But I also had fire in my hands
And I burned everything I touched

My greatest act of love
Was letting you go

I may be a bad reality
But I was a good dream

I dream that one day we will sit down together again

You will be old and beautiful still
I will be old and tired.

When the last spark goes out, that day will remain as a remembrance of everything that was beautiful in my life.

Every day you talk to me
Is like my birthday