Please don’t forget about me.
All the adventures that we took, and picnics under our tree.
Please don’t forget about me.
The life that we had planned, and the people that we wanted to be.
Please don’t forget about me.
Our travel dreams, and the beautiful countries we hoped to see.
Please don’t forget about me.
For we belong together, I only wish you’d agree.

And now it’s time for us to part like autumn leaves from a tree,
but i’ll never forget the feeling of your arms around me.
And now it’s time for you to leave, like the sun on the cusp of night,
but i’ll never forget the days when you held on to me so tight.
And now it’s time for me to watch your back walking away,
but i’ll never forget the times that I prayed for you to stay.

Empty bed, cold hands, tear stained cheeks, alone she stands
I find your shirt, hold it close, all that’s left, is your ghost
vivid dreams, see your face, you smile, yet it seems misplaced
I see your back, as it walks away, I wish I could have made you stay
I hope one day, that you’ll see, the path that leads straight back to me
until that time, I’ll sit here and wait, praying that you'll reciprocate.

Remember that time you told me you would love me for eternity
You held me and looked me in the eyes and made me a promise
You looked so sincere and raw and vulnerable
You made me feel things I had promised never to feel
Yet you must have trouble telling the time
For you are gone and i’m still here waiting for eternity.

Every time I talk to you my heart breaks a little more
I didn’t know that was possible
you have broken it so many times before
with your words, and your actions, and your back as it walked away from me
I try not to talk to you, but I just can’t seem to let it be
I look for a sign in between your words and make up story lines in my head
But in the end, nothing really matters, what was once between us, is now dead

Nothing is as beautiful as the transformation of the human face.
The journey of a smile as it licks at the lips and dances into the eyes.
The adventure of laughter as it opens the mouth and tickles the throat.
The reclusiveness of sadness as it travels down the cheeks and wets them with tears.
The intensity of concentration as it furrows the brow and quickens the breath.
The turmoil of fear as it flares the nostrils and grinds the teeth.
The restfulness of sleep as it closes the eyelids and brings relief.

Sorrow found me, he found me in my bed, he came in through my heart, and lodged there in my head.
He was rather rude you see, he didn’t ask if he could stay, he told me that recent circumstances had lead him straight this way.
"What ever do you mean" I said, and he pointed to my heart, "It’s broken into pieces, you’ve all but fallen apart."
At this I exclaimed, and looked down at my chest, he was right, my heart, it was a complete mess.
I stood back for a moment and wondered what to do, sorrow looked at me bleakly, and said as if on cue.
"There’s nothing that can be done here, I’m telling you all is lost, you better make some room, because I’m staying at all cost."
With that I shook my head, and realised with a start, that sorrow was but an illusion, and I alone had the power to fix my heart.