She once was there now she’s not, it makes me cry the way they fought.

It’s hard to shape the memories made, increasingly in every dark shade.

The way she left now memories rot, it’s tough going through the ways I was taught.

My days are here and here to come, I’ve cried so much my cheeks are numb.

Don’t leave I said, now memories dead.

Remember those times, Ugh! It’s a Crime .

I don’t want those thoughts, back there it trots.

Please don’t make me remember.