Knocking on Deaths Door

I Remember

I remember your creek,

with the rock I loved to stand on

I remember your happy little house,

But cookies weren't the only thing I could smell

I remember Cloe,

and her love to chase balls and swim

I remember the black berries,

But they're the only sweet things in my memory

I remember your raspy voice,

damaged by the cigarets you always smoked everywhere

I remember your kind words,

But I also remember you saying you'd chose a pack of smokes,

Over me.