molded of the modern so modern inconvenience

opened by these last couple of drinks

taken off the books when the

happy balance has to be maintained

equal to the loss is the glad remembrances

rid of of a flower which will always return me

empty cupboards and empty chairs

question my every step but I still ask you

up in the sky could be the plane you are on

and I just need to hold on ’till I see your face

let the acceptance of

lost memories dissolve into a writing

your influence is truly irreplaceable