In this river of solitude
Where happiness continues to elude
I cling, I cling to traces of bliss
As I reminisce about a smile playing on his lips.
When someone walks by that reminds me of him,
I try to avert my gaze, I can’t let him win.
But deep down I cling, I cling to the sensations
Trying to remember the texture of his skin.
When the pain is too much to bear,
I pretend to not care
But deep down I cling, I cling,
to memories of what we used to be.