I remember the days when I called you angel
We kept our hearts hidden playing house
But we were truly strangers to one another.
I remember the days when I called you darling
And kept running back to your side
Like I was caught between revolving doors.
I remember the days when I called you my love
Without knowing the true definition of love
Like I had been illiterate my whole life.
I remember the days when I told you I loved you
Without knowing the extent of what 3 words could do
Like a prophet sitting on a million tales.
I remember the days when I saw your face
I wept, I smiled and I laughed on the inside of myself
Where a knife could never ever penetrate.
I remember the days when I cheered upon your success
Where your joy meant my happiness
Only to realise I placed you on a pedestal.
I remember many things, but I can't seem to remember you,
I can't remember the memories,
They say when you part ways with another,
The memories become experiential,
That they either become coated and distorted
In bitterness or sweetness,
That they become coated in beauty,
But I don't remember the memories,
I don't remember you.