i crashed and forgot,
it just feels like a blind spot.
but then i awoke,
not liking the feeling it provokes.
i remember those fresh scars,
still can smell your cologne in my car.
i remember feeling tears,
still feel your arms scaring away fears.
i remember wishing for death,
still feel your breathe cascading down my neck.
but i can't forget,
i guess that's the present you left.
