I write of us to remember you,
But what happens if I ever forget how to write?
Will I then, forget you?
If I ever do lose the last piece of memory that we've built,
With everything that I will have left,
All that I will wish for,
Is to keep the feelings with me.
Shall you take everything that I have,
But as I drop to my knees and beg,
The feelings that I had for him,
May you leave it behind as you walk away.
