Your Memory is Alive Within Me
My Heart Aches with loneliness, and I long for the comfort of familiar surroundings.
I’ve stared too long into the abyss of grief and it’s made me realize who I truly miss.
Grief comes in waves.
It sometimes wanes, but it’s always there.
Why does it seem like we only remember people after they die and not when they are alive?
I’ll just sit here next to your gravestone and cry.
Maybe that way we’re both not so alone.
Your memory lives within me.
While the world slowly forgets…
I won’t let the memory of you slip through my grasp.
Not even when the final gasp of air leaves my own soul and I can finally join you.
I’ve stared too long into the abyss of grief and it’s made me realize who I truly miss.
Grief comes in waves.
It sometimes wanes, but it’s always there.
Why does it seem like we only remember people after they die and not when they are alive?
I’ll just sit here next to your gravestone and cry.
Maybe that way we’re both not so alone.
Your memory lives within me.
While the world slowly forgets…
I won’t let the memory of you slip through my grasp.
Not even when the final gasp of air leaves my own soul and I can finally join you.
