sometimes you’re a stranger left in my memory, merely a familiar face, as if you were just someone i happen to pass by
sometimes i remember every detail of you so perfectly, the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me and the way your lips felt on my skin
sometimes i remember our good days
sometimes i remember our bad days
but most of the time, i just miss you
in the back of my subconscious, like an afterthought that’ll always remain etched in my mind
and in my heart i guess