A love song gone sour because you’re gone
Not because you left me – you left the world
We were long done when you departed
A song you sung to me, for me, of me, constantly

Now here it plays, the memory stays
As time washes over these pieces, the edges may smooth
Each corner less sharp – one day, I’ll pick them up
Until then, I tread carefully here

I no longer see those friends – I live far away
Your family moved; I don’t know where they stay
Slowly, the rest of you will fade all out of me
One day, maybe, this song will not have this memory