"At least we'll have the memories" ... I believe that's what you said
But memories are not enough for they speak of the dead
Dead dreams, dead hopes memorialized in catacombs of wood
Gravestones dot my heart's pathways as symbols of lost hope

Teardrops fall like raindrops on the bed where you are laid
Buried in my memories ... in that place where time was stayed
I can't retreat to prior days where you were not a part.
I can't go forward either to a future where you're not.

Shall the dead rise again from ashes of the past?
Shall the brokenhearted find the strength to move on at last?
I come and sit upon your bed and reminisce for hours
On words exchanged and moments shared like exquisite fragrant flowers.

But, you are there and I am here - two worlds that cannot touch.
The memories like dreams to me - dreams to which I clutch;
And there they are - the gravestones as pillars of truth conveyed
That though you could have stayed with me - you chose to walk away.