My headphones play the song of your voice And the words you spoke as I whispered my fears to you. I find myself tapping my feet To the rhythm of all love: Chasing, cherishing, regretting, forgetting One, two, three, four It’s a beat my heart has been conditioned to hear Since my mother taught me the song as an unborn. Just like her, I know you’ve kept my secrets secure, And unlike you, I have not forgotten our midnight promises.
I can’t help but close my eyes every time I long To feel the warmth of your smile that night in August. And there, behind my eyelids Your image is burnt like a childhood memory Unwilling to be forgotten.
I stare at what I remember of you as the beat pounds in my skull. “Forever,” you had said. “You and me- just the two of us- forever.” It’s a shame our forever was only as temporary As your breaths in this world were And now that I know we were never meant to be I’ll hold this song inside my head And your image in my mind’s eye Until I am forced to forget you
Love does not break because of death. It breaks by the human notion that moving on is essential, and by the weakness of the memory.