Do you remember?
The time I cried of loneliness.

Do you remember?
The time I wished someone was there.

Do you remember?                                
How I asked, begged, pleaded like a wretched mess.
      
Do you rember?
How I asked for you in those moments of despair.
  
You do remember?
Remember?                              

Yet, I am now just a memory.

Yes, you stand over me. A mound of dirt, and a universe apart.          

But, you do remember?