Do you remember?
The time I cried of loneliness.
Do you remember?
The time I wished someone was there.
Do you remember?
How I asked, begged, pleaded like a wretched mess.
Do you rember?
How I asked for you in those moments of despair.
You do remember?
Remember?
Yet, I am now just a memory.
Yes, you stand over me. A mound of dirt, and a universe apart.
But, you do remember?