I don’t remember your name anymore.

Just the countless nights we’d 

talk about loving each other,

as if we were kids in Wonderland,

as if our life could be some fairytale,

Could it we have been?

Those are the memories I’ve locked away

in the attic on a dusty, decaying shelf.

Its flesh crumbles, its foundation shudders,

never to be opened, never to be seen,

Left to rot and deteriorate all alone. Just like you 

left me.

The key to the lock, the tears from my eyes,

The liquor on a hazy, chill night,

The letters I’ve written,

The memories I’ve forsaken,

A soft gentle drizzle spirals into a thunderstorm.

Memories, like tears, like rain,

come flooding back.

Whenever I try to forget you,

all it takes is hearing your name.

I know your name, I was lying,

it fit mine like a puzzle.

But before I could put the pieces together,

seems God has thrown our destiny away.

All I have on nights like these,

walking with a bouquet of roses, 

your favorite,

is to saunter to the graveyard,

my only comfort,

talking to the stars above where you reside.