on the anniversary of your death
nothing much remarkable happened to me
i felt no immortal breath
no whisper of your presence, no sudden spirituality
too many years to count have passed me by
clear-cutting the memories like a bad disease
i stopped resisting it and i don�t know why
now i just do whatever i please�
had we met in another life
maybe the clich� simply wouldn�t apply
had we met before the dying age
maybe we would still be on the same page
on the anniversary of the day we met
nothing much happened that i want to talk about
i�m not gonna bore you by listing my regrets
one more crappy list that�s too long to count
i missed you horribly, and couldn�t wait to tell you
all about my dreams
i momentarily forgot, in the thick of it all,
that you were no longer here with me
am i the only one
who sees the irony here?
i should be the missing one
i�m the one with the fear
had we met in another life
i�d admit that you were right
right about everything
it wasn�t even worth the fight�