The room still has the scent of you,
The pungent perfume, the coffee,
The smoke and the little sweat.
The scent stirs my heart and my heartbeat
Invokes the memories I have buried deep down.
Reminds me of the days and nights,
The long summers and the short winters
The time that has gone by in the blink of an eye
And the lasting memories we made together.
Like tides, they come
Like knives, they stab
Like wounds, they hurt
Like scars, they remain.
The way you had put your hands around me
The way I had slept off in your lengthy arms
The way my lips had gracefully grazed yours
The way your hand had enclosed mine
So tight, so close, and with so much love.
The sorrows, the smiles, and the love we shared
In the tiny, little yet infinite space
The fights, the tears and the hugs we lived
And the forever of dreams we together saw
The pool of memories, so long and lasting.
Like tides, they come
Like knives, they stab
Like wounds, they hurt
Like scars, they remain.
The day you told me your end is so near
The day you said your heart is so weak
The day you whispered it hurts a lot
The day you stopped holding on
So aching, so hard, with so much pain.
I am so forlorn, so tired, so down
The place is only a room at this time
The love, the kisses and the lives that are gone
No, it's not just you who died
It was me and the fantasy we had.
I tell you, the memories, they never die.
Like tides, they come
Like knives, they stab
Like wounds, they hurt
Like scars, they remain
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