Forgotten like a tale of the old
the memory of you returns
at some point of the day
the pain breaks my core.

I can't be with you
you can't be with me
in my heart you'll
always be.

I think of what
would you do in times
like this, your calmness
your sweetness,
your gentle touch.

Your voice, your eyes
and soft red lips.
Your beautiful hands.
All fading away like
a tale of the old.