Broken Cassette

where have you been?

What does it feel like to be a memory?

Maybe you're just kinda used to it.

I think of you every day.

It must be cool to be remembered by someone.

I guess you were the only one that made me feel like it.

You made me feel like I mattered.

You said it everyday.

Until I believed it.

You saved me.

You got me up from bed.

You motivated me.

You made me feel... loved.

Watching the old photos and videos is rough, to be honest.

Seeing what could have been.

Seeing what it was.

Seeing what will never be.

Why didn't you tell me?

I could sense your smile was fading away;

but I was too stubborn to acknowledge it.

If only I could go back in time.

We could've fought with it together, you know.

I would've been there. Day and night.

Through every drought and every rain.

If only I could go back in time.

You focused so much on rescuing me;

that you forgot to rescue yourself.

You were so busy pulling me out of the storm;

that you forgot to find shelter for yourself.

I feel guilty about your death, but ailments are a part of life.

But, it's cute seeing you in my dreams, I guess.

I mean, we always used to talk about how we would appear in our lives.

You said... like a butterfly.

Just a silly little butterfly.

And you knew I was afraid of them, but you taught me how to love them.

You taught me how to love them as much as I loved you.

Now, my eyes are filled with tears every time I see one.

You used to love stars!

Now you illuminate my sky...

Every day...

Every night...

I just have one last question for you;

My dear...

Oh, my dear...

Where have you been?