When I close my eyes I see a movie,
small snippets stitched together,
snippets of memories together.
Your sticky fingers after eating all the strawberries instead of picking them,
trimming your beloved rose bushes, one by one,
walking in the corn maze and getting lost,
when the snowflakes got caught on your eyelashes,
roasting marshmallows by the fire, and yours catching on fire,
brushing your honey-colored hair until it was smooth,
dancing in the rain together, soaking wet and cold,
the times we went star gazing and just laid there for hours,
your smile after I wiped the hot chocolate mustache off,
the note you wrote before you left without even saying goodbye.
The last clip in the movie is of the graveyard
here there's a certain grave with a single rose on top.
And then the movie is over,
I open my eyes and it's just me again.
small snippets stitched together,
snippets of memories together.
Your sticky fingers after eating all the strawberries instead of picking them,
trimming your beloved rose bushes, one by one,
walking in the corn maze and getting lost,
when the snowflakes got caught on your eyelashes,
roasting marshmallows by the fire, and yours catching on fire,
brushing your honey-colored hair until it was smooth,
dancing in the rain together, soaking wet and cold,
the times we went star gazing and just laid there for hours,
your smile after I wiped the hot chocolate mustache off,
the note you wrote before you left without even saying goodbye.
The last clip in the movie is of the graveyard
here there's a certain grave with a single rose on top.
And then the movie is over,
I open my eyes and it's just me again.
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