What was that like?

The first day of school
The last time speaking to my mother
The first time I lost someone
The last time my daughter needed me

The first road trip
The last road trip
The first boyfriend
The last one

The first moment of awe
The last of pain

What is that like?

Our lives are made up of memories,
Of flashes, moment after moment.
No real yesterday or tomorrow.
Just our stories.
Our memories.
Our lives.

sometimes i wonder what your up to
and i know it's not me your talking to
i know your smiling to someone else messages
won't find someone like you again
i wonder if you hate me, you probably forgot about me
don't understand why still i think about you
guess i miss typing my fingers out happily
a stranger across the earth, i miss you
why'd good things come to an end/

Reach for the sky
She did
Grab the starts
She did
Fly high
She did
Fall down?
She did.