memories

i don't remember

the colour of your eyes

anymore

but i do remember

the way your lips curled

when you were amused

the way your fingers moved

the way you leaned over billiard table

the clinking of eightball

the way my thoughts always crawl

back to you

and your smile

oh, your smile

us laughing in the rain

shadows dancing on your face

the choices

and all the little voices

in the back of my mind

"wrong way wrong way

listen to your heart

common sense isn't right

turn away"

but, hey,

i gotta think of the future, no?

and there wouldn't be a future for us

or at least

i thought so

might've been wrong

might've been right

but wait!

it doesn't matter anymore

it's too late

and i'm left

only with memories

of you