dust kept on his gift
the one thing i have left
of his presents, of our existence

the rooms in my home still remind me
of every memory we ever made
the nights i doused in his arms
to waking up to his light

our first kiss
where it once took place
it plays in my mind
without haste

our dance in the moonlight
our deepest talks
they're every where around me
every where we use to walk

so i escape that city
and call it home no more
but every now again i feel
the past knock on the door

my heart will hold his place
tucked away to be forgotten
though ill always feel lost
ill remember what id gotten