Think of me when all is numb,
when silence overcomes all you have become.
Think of me then when you need it most,
when the sky is dull,
and all is but a ghost.
A shear memory of a smile,
now in your time of despair.
Faint, hollow, deep in your mind,
seeps the sound of my weeping sorrow.
How much I long for those days,
long gone and now a haze.
so familiar, yet so far away
is the time we first met and bid we'd never go to waste.