I remember our love,
All the time.
With songs come memories,
With films come downtrodden eyes.
Ferris Beauler makes me think off you,
My favorite song recreates losing you.
Curse the way my brain decided,
To associate you with everything.
So unless it's new,
It causes me to think of you.
I guess I toss it all out,
So long 300 albums.
I still hear those chords,
Making up the tunes.
To the songs that made up,
The soundtrack to past happiness.