As spirits whisper in my ears,
Saying words with the breeze,
I was thinking of you,
You and your charismatic stare.

My memories from you,
From the sweetest days,
To the weariness of losing you,
Why are they not forgotten?

Those cozy days,
Warm nights,
Blue arguments,
Why be a recognizable absence?

But then,
Thanks for being away,
I've learn things,
And you in my memory.