I found your photo in the drawer
It hurt like it did before
Time hasn’t softened the blow
It only taught me how to show
I’m buried in memory
Where the past won’t set me free
I walk through echoes every night
Hoping wrongs will turn to right
Your scent still haunts the clothes I keep
I wear them just so I can weep
They say forget, I never do
Because forgetting means losing you
I’m buried in memory
Digging through what used to be
I want to leave, I want to heal
But memories don't ever feel real
I lay flowers at the grave
Of the love I couldn’t save