A memory is all I have
Its fleeting as I come to accept the past
The love I had.
She had taken my hand.
And bent my will.
And I swore the memory is something I would have never lived.
If I hadn't known it was what had come to past.
No other man.
Can take your mind
And taste and smell your memory as only you can.
So I cherish her smile.
And the feel of her hand.
The sound of her voice.
And the cheer in our lives.
If only in my memory.
That I will make last.
But a memory can be fleeting.
And this one I'm losing.
Her hand escapes mine.
And I'm losing time.
There's a feeling of lost as my lips lose their warmth; and I can't see the sparkle
That adorned her eyes.
Because I'm losing.
The memories have fleeted.
