There were memories, stowed away
Like a final kiss, buried in a drawer
There are treasures, sitting til some day
Was it something you'd choose to remember that way?
The whispers they still linger on.
For the record, sounds just like you
But i'm so far gone from then
Is this all, we are reduced to?
The documents of you, scattered all around
Hiding artifacts, for me to find
You didn't purge, like me instead
You held on keepsakes