At my age, please stop asking me about my likes and dislikes. I like money, and I dislike not having money, all right? That's it, all right? Like, what do you want me to say? That I like long walks on the beach?

You left your scent on my winter coat

A ghost of us in every note

The streets we walked now feel so bare

Echoing"I loved you" in the air

I trace our dates on window glass

Watching all the seasons pass

Each raindrop holds a memory

Of how you used to look at me

My broken compass heart still points to you

Through skies of grey and oceans blue

No north or south, no east or west

Just this ache within my chest

That leads me back to where we were

Before our love became a blur

Before the silence took your place

And time erased your smiling face

I find your notes in library books

Giving me those longing looks

Reminding me of afternoon

That ended far too soon

Maybe love's not meant to stay

Just help us find our way

Through lonely nights and empty days

In these mysterious, haunting ways

Broken compass heart...

Never falling apart...