Three years ago you were at my place,
Today I barely remember your face.
To think that cherished and beloved treasures
Could come and go like one night pleasures.

I agonize over your memories,
I promised I would see you for centuries.
Now i barely come to visit,
I'm sure you also miss it.

The red roses are whittle and rot,
I might try decide whether I can or can not
The truth is I'm still afraid,
That I will cry and wish you would have stayed.

Now I reminisce on our moments,
As you are surrounded by rodents.
I wish I wouldn't have to do this alone
So I could be with you and not your gravestone.