This is how I Want to remember us.
like the smell of the rain on the fall leaves
different from any other kind of rain.
and I still need it more.
This is how I Want to remember us.
the same way I remember being
completely lost in the dark
praying that I won't fall down
This is how I Want to remember us.
like the color white-and black maybe
but mostly the color of trees
and of storms that come slowly
This is how I Want to remember us.
like we are, is, was, were, will be
when we were so young-too young...
this is how I wished I could remmeber us.