When the memory still exists in the present,
And you can walk into two rooms,
Flashbacks will occour.
Sitting in the sink.
Red trucks.
Turning on stoves and caliente.
Pretzels.
All the good memories,
Start to spoil,
More and more,
They keep coming and coming,
Coloring daily.
Knowing everything in class.
Walking with you to the food.
Paint.
Worthless socializing and \"Sagersaourases\"
And then,
Being able to come home,
To so many emails,
To someone on my buddy list,
To a call.
To being happy.
But,
When my inbox was empty,
When I was alone on AIM,
And when the phone stopped ringing,
Deserted.
Before you deined it,
Now, you can\'t even agree.
