Memories are stories we tell ourselves in our minds, But I am not a good story-teller, and neither is time. It is after midnight and I may soon forget All these thoughts and tonight's regrets. But this was different, I let you in my head, Risked scaring you away with what I could've said. I know I get names and faces wrong, And forget the lyrics to my favorite songs, But among the temporary you're one of the few in my life's cast The few that I pray, would always last. I easily forget and let memories slip away, Occupied with thoughts of tomorrow and not of today. But I am trying to tell myself a story now, Writing a piece of history, not knowing how it'll sound. A story I want to keep, about someone I'd like to remember, For a very very long time, if not, forever.