Remembrance (Memory Of You)

Remembrance of a person is a bit strange. All of the memories that are held in the brain are released as you recall an event with a person, a person that had been your friend, uncle, aunt, mother, father, whatever. They were someone to you.
Their body had always been with you. Everyday they were there, asleep or awake, waiting. You weren't sure what they were waiting for, but it was something and it was there. Everyday new memories were made and stored in the back of your mind. Whether it was pointless and dull, or upbeat and hilarious, the memories were the memories. They were little things that would forever link you to that person, a very little thing that was there and real.
It's true that you cannot reach out and physically touch the memory, but you didn't need to in order to remember how real it truly was. The laughs that were shared and the sorrows as well, they were all as visible as the wind. Only you knew it was there, only you could be the one to feel it.
And if you really payed attention in the darkest hour of the night, you could hear the prayers of the people left behind. The countless Hail Mary's and the prayers of Our Father In Heaven. During that hour all voices of your loved ones were heard. The used-to-be frail voice of a small woman was now the strong and enthusiastic voice of a young woman who was not sick anymore. And the voice of a disgruntled, gentle old man became the voice of a healthy and vibrant young man.
Their words were like a blanket to make sure everything was going to be alright during the night. The words were like a promise to say that nothing would hurt you as long as they were there with their prayers and their love.
Nothing of sorrow came. Only happiness and laughter rang in your ears during the silent night. The strange feeling of remembrance, the strange feeling of knowing that when you walked downstairs they were no longer there, the strange feeling of being alone at night overwhelmed you as you lied motionless.
Being alone in the night with no outside noise was strange. It was always there for your life, and now all of a sudden it was gone. Your knees were the only part of your body that were hugged the most now. Huddled up to your chest and tucked beneath your chin.
However, the memories helped. They were flowing into your mind behind your closed eyelids, filling you with the good times. It's what helped you get to sleep at night. But what would happen when the memories run out? Nothing. Because they would never, ever run out as long as you let don't them.
Alone in the dark you felt, but alone in the dark you were not.


The poster on my wall, the picture on my desk.
A couple of things that remind me of this mess.
Every night I fall asleep hoping for a better tomorrow
But all I get are bad memories, a day filled with sorrow.
I remember your soft touch,
The one I miss so much.
I remember your smile... your laugh
If only I could just take it back.

I just completely hate the day I had to say goodbye,
I just simply hate the day you had to die.