A part of me still aches / Whenever I think of you / Not too often, for our sakes / We both chose not to choose. /// Strange how the heart wants / What it refuses to accept / And we’re too late for the dance / The last guest had left. /// Maybe it’s just old age / But whenever I think of you / Your smile, your voice, hands, face… / Seem to have faded from view. /// Will you remember me? / Will you forget? Forgive? / Strange how the heart could ache / Even when the breath had ceased.
