So this is where i say to myself
good things come to an end
but good things are always remembered.
which is why i think about our good things
how you will always be remembered.
50 years from now i will be in my attic looking for something
and a pic of me and you will be there.
left untouch for so long, but the memory has not been lost.
and may i hope when i put it on my bed stand
i will have you in my arms and fall asleep once more
to wake up another day
in the body of a man
soaring through the skies of my present
