I remind myself of a foregone past,
a swept shore, by a tidal wave,
I remind myself of fulfilment,
I remind myself of satisfaction,
I remind myself of pink,
but the flowers on your grave.
I console this beating drum inside my ribs,
I try to hold it back, this pain,
I don't try to ponder,
I don't try to think,
I don't let darkness cover my vision,
but I can't fight the rain.
Going away is just a part of life, I suppose,
And you were not the only one,
I tell myself, people go wrong,
I tell myself, I should stay strong,
I tell myself, you were a storm that quietened,
as I fight the blazing sun.
We lose it all, someday or the other,
curbing fear, pain and astonishment,
I have your memories in the frame,
I have your heart, that can't be tamed,
I have it all, it's all the same,
but it's you who's gone, the embezzlement.
