the song starts
and so the tears begin
this pain renews itself.

I sigh and wipe my face
this is getting old
but each time I relent.

it seems to hurt more
with each sob and each tear
but the memories are forever imprinted.

so sweet at first
but souring to bitterness at the end
because they ended.

and I can't end this
this crying and this hurt and agony
it is inevitable.

and I realize this
as I pick up my teddy bear
you won for me last year.

I look in it's eyes
and there's nothing there
but a reflection...

of my pitiful self
yet I can see much more
the past, our past.

I fix his bow
and put him aside
laying him carefully on my pillow.

and now I turn to this poetry book
because i miss your sweet face
and I want to look at your picture.

I remember that shirt
you always look so sexy in it
or anything else you wore.

and somehow I can smell
the cologne you wear
each time I open this book.

it awakens my senses
arousing more memories
of you, of me, of us.

I miss you so much
but this is oddly calming
comforting in a way.

to know even such 
a short time in my life
could last so very long.

Just remembering...