Memories fade As fast as sugar dissolves in my tea And I feel myself do absolutely nothing about it. I'm caught inside myself, some deep, silver trance, And I can't crawl out of it. Because I see you leaving, with the storm, And the clouds are dry heaving because they don't know what else to do. Should I prepare my goodbye, or should I hold on tight, To someone I hold dearly in my heart? Stories are Stories, And love is love,Β Β whether it's young or naive or both. So if this is a novel, A big detailed adventure, of my story and of my home, How do I tell, if this chapter is long, Or if it Is merely a page long? I cannot tell, and neither can you, So we are forced to sit on the frozen grass, Remembering and forgetting the past, And realizing nothing is sure. So I plead to rest my words, Silence my tongue, Before the cold comes.