With time, i am learning that
May be i can forget the sound of your footstep
which i would hear from the window,
Just before you would knock on my door
Or perhaps i will get over the songs
We used to listen together
When our words wouldn't suffice.
I still like the movies you showed me,
But they don't break my heart
Like they used to,
Whenever you would talk about them.
The spaces between my fingers
Still haven't find the right fit
And so they call for you.
That earthy smell mixed with those purple flowers
Still brings back the memories
Where i can feel exactly what you felt.
And sometimes when wind ruffles my hair,
I am slow to react,
Maybe because i anticipate someone else's hand
To fix 'em up
Before i do it myself.
So i have forgotten you and i m still forgetting you.