I remember walking with you

While my feet glided lazily

Past your dark silhouette.

An indecision lurking in,

Shall I hold your hands or not?

To see if it's cold like your heart.

I remember your warmth

As I rolled in my sleep,

Embracing you in my arms.

Your breathless back

Against my shivering arms,

Glad you weren't gone.

I remember the rain poured

As your fingers traced past

The strings of your guitar.

And I stared at the sky

It was dark like your voice,

Like a black and white canvas

I remember locking my eyes

On a bright summer morn

With your crimson-amber ones.

And your raven black hair,

As they brushed my temple

When you whispered me a song.

I remember the tune

As I held it most dear,

Way I held your precious arms.

As the endless abyss proceeds,

My days are all lost in agony

In quest of your lost melody.