Amnesia

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

I remember the day you told me you were leaving.

I remember the tears running down your face.

And the dreams you left behind, you didn't need them.

Like every single wish we ever made.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.

It hurts to know you're happy,

it hurts that you moved on.

If today I woke up with you right beside me,

like all of this was this just some twisted dream,

I'd hold you closer than I ever did before

and you'd never slip away.

Why don't I remember so many things,

but I remember you and all we had?

Why does it all still hurt after all this time?