I remember when it stung
when watching the pictures hurt
it was back then I remember
I missed you so much
and it was like yesterday
I could touch your hair
and now the only images
are stored in my head
and now even then
when I see you there just standing
it somewhat hurts
but
one year is a long time
two years is a long time
and six years is a very, very long time
maybe your perfume is gone
and I've simply forgotten what was your favourite colour
maybe six years didn't make me strong
they made me numb
I forgot what missing you, touching you
kissing you and even remembering you was like
and maybe not remembering how to feel is the best thing
because if I ever remember
it will hurt
I just hope I don't