My Dear

Listening to a song, I remembered what was.
Imagining our sad, ended tale,

Your memory brought me into tears

'Cause now you, my dear, will never be here.

That day, on the 25th of February,

In where I can still distinguish the scent

It smells of fresh grass and sunlight

Like in a paradise where you are in sight.

I can still remember your smile

Your laugh makes all the tears dry

The sparkle on your eyes whenever I say 'I love you'

And the grip of your hand assuring me this is true.

I can still remember how you touch my hair,

my nose, my cheeks and down to my heart

How you always walk beside me, not letting go

And wait for me until the windows close.

Now, that day ended and every we is in vain.

All of me still screams for your name.

But today on, all I can do is remember

With no one but myself to blame.