You were a gift of serenity
you were a gift of tireless worry,

Don't remind me of the afternoons
under the sun.
Or the nights in the backroom.

And I hear those songs
and you peek in my eyes again.
But only until the first note fades.

It makes it so much harder to forget
how perfect
it all seemed.

and much more difficult
to believe it
was all a
dream.