Our story was like our favorite song.

I knew every details of you, like every beat and rhythm of a song;

I could tell the things I loved
about you, like how I sing it from the heart.

I knew how our story began like every intro of a song;

I also knew how it’s going to end, like a farewell song.

And you in my mind was worth-having last song syndrome;

But your good bye still repeats in my brain like a chorus.

You’re still my favorite song after all.