the cord umbilical
the finger of our father
the hand of our lover
the hug of our child

something to hold on
someone to hold to

the kiss from a mother
the pinch from a sister
letters from a stalker
the stolen glances from a distance

something to remember
someone to remember

the hurt from a lie
the arguments and the cries
the bruises from a monster
the doubt in the eyes

something i dont want to remember
something i have held so far

for now i have got you
all that is left in me
are the memories
of bliss coming my way