I know you remember me still
by the way she cries and I know
you refuse to tell her why, afraid that
you might scare her away. You hold
her close at night and sing her the songs
you wrote for me pretending it's my smile
on her face and the chocolate in her eyes
has been replaced by my bluebells and
crashing waves.

I know you tried to move on
and haven't given up yet
because she is still there even though
we both know she's not your type and
this just isn't fair. You give her my names
and make up new reasons that just aren't there
but she believes you because it looks
like someone really loves her
and you are here forever.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries when you're not around
and we both know you still taste
my sour apple kisses in her tears.

I know you remember me by the way
she cries, and we all know you will still
even after Death dies.