When did you stop loving me?
Or maybe the question is why.
Sometimes I think we made a mistake,
But I can't buy into that lie.
We were just kids when we first met,
Kids when we fell in love.
Sixteen seemed so mature at the time,
But I see now it was never enough.
Do you remember the night
That I snuck out of my house,
And ran all the way to you?
We climbed up to the roof,
Laid back hand in hand,
And tried to count the stars.
You held me in your arms.
And every so often, you'd kiss my cheek
"One, two, three for I love you,"
you always used to say.
Your voice has now faded deep into my subconscious.
Sunrise stole our sweet moment away,
But when I slipped back
Through my window that morning,
I could taste you on my lips.
Sometime between that morning and this,
Your taste has been replaced by berry chapstick,
And your touch, by another.