I remember the cold, the inept attempts to close it out
I remember the love, words that came too easily, becoming tiresome
and meaningless on release
I remember you lost and crazy with sadness
I remember the moments when everything seemed right

We weren't happy
We still aren't

As it should be

I pretend there's something left, in weak moments,
when silence aids a wandering mind

Or before I fall asleep


I find it odd that I never dream of you.