i had never thought of you
on my own will
but your name kept on echoing inside my mind
once in a while
the smell of coffee
the sight of empty field
the sunset and the sunrise
the darkness embracing me at night
and that somebody
who talks to me like how you used to
they remind me of you
i had never thought of you
on my own accord
i guess it was something
that would never be under my control
