As your favourite song plays on my playlist,
I immediately close my eyes
and your face starts to frame in my mind.
You're gone but it feels just like yesterday
when we were holding hands and kissing
each other tenderly and slowly.
Your soft, blonde hair has to miss my fingertips,
otherwise you never adored my presence.
Your hazel eyes must miss seeing me laugh,
otherwise my happiness means nothing to you.
Your lips were always a shade of light pink,
sometimes even darker;
I bet you my life they miss mine.
My eyes open as the song finishes
and the tear escapes my bloodshot eyes.
I snap back to reality
and all our memories fade.
Your face, our cute moments, your eyes, and all,
they just fade into thin dust.
"Come back..." I whisper softly.
But you don't come back, and now I'm only left with black memories
and no light at the end of the tunnel.
