"Here's to the ones that we got"

I flip through the pages of the paperback
and that bookmark falls down.
As I bend to pick it up,
your face flashes in front of my eyes,
and I blink fast to remove it. "Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not"

You see, the only thing that you left,
apart from your absence, almost reminds me....almost, of your presence.
Because memories are misplaced shreds of time.
"Cause the drinks bring back all the memories.....Of everything we've been through."
I hum as I keep the book back.
The bookmark tucked somewhere in the pages,
just like your memories tucked somewhere
In the recesses of my heart.