A Long Lost Feeling

Remember

I feel the mist on my fingers
Like an eternal reminder of this life

I can never feel this way for long,
When I used to live like this
My heart is fleeting at best; I am waiting for something that doesn't exist.

Who am I to challenge the weather?
Who am I to rip apart the sky?

I can't remember the last time I said my own name
Maybe in time
I'll remember