On remembering us

I remember the words once said
glimmers of hope lit up
butterflies awoken from sleep
’til every song that touched my ears
spoke of only one name

I remember the silhouette of the moon
tha faint fantom stars
the warmth of a hand
the memories of the night

I remember the living dreams
and then every promise you broke
I’ll remember and I’ll run away
I remember and I stop

Someday, the songs I hear
won’t be about you.
Someday, I’ll forget
why I even bother remembering.