I often dream about you
Reimagined pictures of us
Where it all turns out fine
And what we held
Didn’t become hate
I can almost feel
The texture of your hands
Upon mine
Growing old throughout the years
How we would’ve proven
The world wrong about our love
But oh
This bitter reality
How it always renders my passion wrong
And proves itself right again and again
I still snatch a moment or two
Away from its potent grip
In memory of us
In memory of you
Axel Garcia 