I just hope that one
day your memory
will fade awayand along with it will
go the pain you've left
behind as welland then I will be able to
stop asking myself questions
beginning in "what-if"sand maybe then I'll be
able to stop thinking of
you when I'm scaredbecause when I'm scared
you are still the first thing
I think aboutand I imagine you
walking next to memaking me feel safe
and making my heart
rate increaseand my stomach swarm
with angry butterfliesout to get to my heart
little did I know the one
I had to worry about
wasn't the darkbut instead the feeling
you gave me when we
were in it-e.l.