I don't recall waking up most days
     But I remember what side you lay your head on the bed
I've forgotten the first day I died inside
     Though I know when you did
I revolve my memories around other people's solar systems
     Where do I lay my dreams and mistakes?
Do you memorize where my constellations are in the night sky?
     Have I known your beauty like you do mine?
Is life a fleeting ecstasy or are we eternal?
     Let the gods bear witness to our seasonal struggle.