A Memory of a Memory

It's strange
Not to think of you alive
And yet I'm still here
Just getting by
Somehow

But it's strange
Not to think of you alive
Yet I am still here
Just struggling on
Getting by
Day to day
Living life

It's strange
Not to think of you alive
Because in my dreams
You still exist
And then I wake
To find you gone
But life moves on

The same
As every single day
My heart beats
The blood flows in my veins
And something drives me on my way

But it's strange
Just to think your heart's not here
Not beating as is mine
And that your mind
Is as dead as your eyes

And it's strange
Not to think of you alive
You who gave me life
No longer here
No longer by my side

And you fade
Into the recess of my past
A memory of a memory
A worn out photograph
Nothing lasts

But it's strange
Not to think of you alive
And yet I still remain

I wake, I breathe
I feel the breeze
I walk the streets alone

...and you're not here