somethings.

Somethings I won't remember. 

Somethings I can't forget. 

You said you'd had love 

like this before, 

but I couldn't know what you meant.

I had never loved another 

like I loved you then -

and the parts of me I gave you 

those are yours to keep.

And the parts of you 

you left behind 

will they be enough to keep you missing me? 

They are the parts best forgotten, 

the things best left unsaid.

But my memory insists 

on wandering the passes of my heart 

and my mind runs away with you again.

Even if we've spoken 

all the words we ever had to share. 

Even if it meant nothing more to you, now 

or ever, I'd still remember your love 

for teaching me I’d find someone more, 

alive in the ways I'd still want you forever.