As much as I want to pry into your mind and hold your arms around me In hopes they will stay put, I can never be
the one who enjoys your favourite records your black and bitter coffee and your old tattered novels, that simply cannot be me
I cannot admire black and white photographs or inspire you with my thoughts and actions, so it seems As much as I want to surround myself In your favourite thoughts and memories
As much as I want to I will not remain with them and will not remain with you and it is now that I see It is now that I am free