How much do I miss you?
When I remember
I am thinking of our last embrace
How I ran into the station
Ten minutes early
How I lied to cut-short the suffering
Good thing you knew nothing about trains
Good thing I found some sun
Good thing you've picked up the pieces of your shattered dreams
Each one an intricate puzzle
The clouds are dark
Where I used to live
But I don't think of you so much now
Only to tell you everything
When I remember...